The girl begged me to cut her hair.
Truly! because while I can cut a man’s hair like no body’s business…girls hair is a mystery to me.
She begged and begged.
She used those sad sweet eyes on me.
She knows my weakness.
So I made her raise her right hand and swear that she would not be angry when I messed it up.
So I cut her hair.
Then I promptly took her to the salon to have it fixed.
I tapped my stylist on the shoulder and said “I need you to fix it.”
Stylist: What did you do this time? Did you cut your hair?
CC: No, hers~~pointing to the girl.
Stylist: Not again!
CC: Sorry. She begged, and your such a great fixer.
Stylist: You need your scissors taken away.
CC: giggling ~~I know! I know!
How can I resist a face like this?