Yesterday Reagan and I had a whole list of errands to run before attending a Ms Wheelchair Kansas meeting, and one of the items was a haircut. I have been telling her that we need to get it cut, but she had herself convinced that it was going to hurt.
She didn't crack a smile and wasn't impressed with the shampooing (the best part!). I don't think she will have any problem going back, but it won't be her favorite thing. Kinda like the dentist. We dread going but always feel better afterwards.

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