SHE CUT MY BABY!!!

That hateful woman cut my baby! She made my baby BLEED!!!

Okay, she's not actually a hateful woman. And he only bled a few drops.

Jeff took Biscuit to get a haircut this evening while I was running errands. Biscuit wanted to sit in the stylist's chair by himself. The stylist put a drape around him, and he just sat there looking around.

The stylist seemed to like Biscuit. He talked a lot to her, he liked the doorbell that rang when customers came in, and when her telephone rang, he said, "Telephone!" just to make sure she heard it.

Finally, the stylist started snipping. When she was almost finished cutting Biscuit's hair, she leaned in to cut close around his right ear. I guess it must have tickled Biscuit because he jumped, and the stylist nipped his ear with the scissors.

SHE CUT MY BABY!!!

Jeff said that Biscuit didn't even cry. He said his eyebrows furrowed together and he frowned like he couldn't figure out what happened, but then he just sat there.

The stylist, however, was pretty upset. Jeff said she started to freak out.

"Relax," Jeff said. "It's barely bleeding, and Biscuit isn't even crying."

Jeff was afraid that if she freaked out, Biscuit would freak out. So, he told her just to keep going ... and she did.

She didn't charge full price for the cut and seemed surprised when Jeff wanted to leave her a tip.

Biscuit has a tiny mark on the top of his ear and a cute, new haircut. I think everyone will be just fine.