Sherry has been cutting my hair for 22 years. She was more than happy to answer ALL of Cameron's questions today at the salon. ...
Do you have clippers?
Do you get paid?
What is that?
Why are you doing that?
Are you hurting Mom's head?
She was pulling my hair through a cap to color it...and was all about getting Cam's picture in that embarrassing state, but I declined. He came right up to see her pull hair through the holes in the cap.
Are you going to pull through all the holes?
How are you digging that hair out?
What about over her ears?
What are you painting on there?
Are we almost done?
What is that?
Is she going to sit over there?
Then he talked to the receptionist, hugged one of his former substitute teachers (who came in to get her hair done) and then followed me back to the dryer. While I sat under the dryer and he tried to figure out how the hair was getting dried under my cap, we played uno on a lap desk Sherry brought us. He told everyone how much he was beating me.
While I was getting my hair washed out, he was right there watching the color go down the drain. THEN, he went to the next sink where a man was getting his eyebrow removed from between his eyes.
Does that hurt?
He's cute...so everyone answered nicely and probably talked about him all day!
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