Yesterday the boys had me lie down on the couch while they did my hair and made me beautiful. The Doodle Bop told me to call him Bop-o and the Bunny Bee told me to call him Bunny Coolness. Creative, I know. The Big Guy? Wanted to keep his regular name.
Whatever they were trying to do to make me 'beautiful' really seemed to hurt.
Must have had something to do with the Lego's (yes, Lego's) combs and brushes being scraped over my head in different directions at the same time. When they were done they told me I was finally all beautiful.
I got up to look in the mirror to have my oldest suddenly laugh and yell 'Mom NO! You look AWFUL!'
And he was so right.
Look at those 2 stinkers in the mirror laughing it up. Where the other one went I don't know. Maybe into hiding.
That's the last time I go to their hair salon.
