Today I took Brigham into the barbershop for a trim before he leaves for California tomorrow. I have to admit it was a much more pleasant experience than when I went to the barber with Grandpa. As it turned out the man who cut Brigs hair was the same one who was so kind to Grandpa when I took him in. I did get a little chocked up remembering what a struggle it was for him and how nice it was to watch the barber and Brigham carry on a conversation. And best of all there was no yelling!
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