I told you I didn’t want a haircut.” I stared at my reflection in the window while Susie unlocked the front door. I looked really weird with my hair so short.
“Your mom made the appointment,” said Susie as we went inside, “and moms rule. Besides, your hair looks great.”
I guess my dog, Tucker, agreed. He was so glad to see me he didn’t just wag his tail, he wagged every part of his body. I hugged him and scratched his favorite spot, right behind his ears. Then I announced, “I’m bored.”
“You could finish your picture,” said Susie.
I looked at the picture I’d been making before we went out. It was a jungle scene made from cut-out shapes pasted on a colorful background. “Nah,” I said. “I…
