Haircut!

Hey people
Today I'm having my first haircut in weeks! I don't like having my haircut and i don't know why we bother.I mean i don't trust people with scissors near my neck and they probably wouldn't trust me. Although that might have something to do with the fact that I slapped my last hairdresser,but anyway.
Also my best friend came yesterday! I love Harold! I never knew a rock was such a good listener and so kind too. We went to the park and i pushed him on the swing. Someone asked me if their child could go on the swing since no one was on their. They hurt my feelings so i screamed: " Don't be so mean Harold is in there and hes having fun". Maybe it was because i screamed so loud or because i jumped i her face but they police had to take me home again(i almost forgot Harold!). I like the police they are so kind to me and other people, i mean everyone knows there house number although i bet it's pretty cramped in there with all those police men.
Anyway that is all because my daddy is coming up the stairs with the tazers to get me to the hairdressers. I don't think it will work this time.
                                             
                                           Timmy:)