O the way it would fly in the wind, jiggle in the jump, it was a statement, a party. It was the product of not wanting to cut B's hair, the product of not wanting him to look like a little boy. But that product was about to start needing product. So it was time to say goodbye.
GoodBye
GoodBye
GoodByyyyyyeeee.
Say Helllo, and Wave GoodBye
And yes you should be allowed to cry when such a statement is cut from his personhood, his swag, his identity. It's the first hair cut, and the baby curls are no more, the mullet is deceased. And I have successfully referenced three songs in a small blog. Win.
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