Blow Job

Now, don't think dirty ok??! I am talking about the my hair being blown dry which I hate and yet always have to be done once I am out of the shower!  Before the hairdryer, I'd have been rubbed and rubbed drier with a towel. 

Mommy so smart! She picks a corner in the room, sits down and uses her legs to block me in that corner.  I always will want to try to walk away but being a good (aka timid) boy I am, I stay put when Mommy says "NO!"  I'd have no choice but to let that irritating warm air blow at me!  The only protest I can show is WHINE -- one of the skills I'm good at! BOL...

天啊！救命啊！(Help...!)

Must you blow till my hair so fugly?!! WHINE....