My son asked for a haircut.

My 3-year-old, who only in the past six months has stopped screaming and crying his way through haircuts, asked me to make an appointment for him to get his haircut.

In his words, “my hair is getting long.”

Then at daycare, he was bestowed a temporary tattoo for being a good listener.

I don’t know what I did to make Karma happy today, but am grateful that I did.

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