While at JCP getting the free haircuts, the woman cutting Jory's hair says....
"He's got good hair. Where's he's dad from?"
What? Did this random stranger cutting my son hair ask me this? Did she really say this? I'm just going to smile and keep it moving. "From here," I answer.
"You from here too?" she continues.
"Yes."
She finished Jory's hair and it was on to Layla.
The baby gets into the chair. I tell the stylist I just want her bangs cut.
"She's yours?" the stylist asks.
Really? Really?! Cause the Irish twins are wearing the same outfit - - lilac capris with pink t-shirts. And not just any pink t-shirts, but pretty specific pink t-shirts that read, "Yes, I am a princess. My Father is the King of Kings." But I'll give her an out they did have different hairstyles, I've been too lazy to take the braids out of Rowan's hair; and the girls did switch from their light up Disney tennis shoes to unmatching brown and white sandals, respectively, when they came home from school. "Yes, this is my big girl. No, she's my baby," I say looking at Layla. "My big girl is over there," I answer, nodding towards Rowan.
"All three have the same dad?" she inquires.
I had forgotten how hair stylist are to women as bartenders are to men. "Yes, they have the same Father."
"Oh, cause she has different hair texture," she comments further as she continues to clip Layla's bangs.
"Well, that's the baby they gave me," I respond.
And end of scene......Who knew getting a free haircut also meant living through the Spanish Inquisition.
"He's got good hair. Where's he's dad from?"
What? Did this random stranger cutting my son hair ask me this? Did she really say this? I'm just going to smile and keep it moving. "From here," I answer.
"You from here too?" she continues.
"Yes."
She finished Jory's hair and it was on to Layla.
The baby gets into the chair. I tell the stylist I just want her bangs cut.
"She's yours?" the stylist asks.
Really? Really?! Cause the Irish twins are wearing the same outfit - - lilac capris with pink t-shirts. And not just any pink t-shirts, but pretty specific pink t-shirts that read, "Yes, I am a princess. My Father is the King of Kings." But I'll give her an out they did have different hairstyles, I've been too lazy to take the braids out of Rowan's hair; and the girls did switch from their light up Disney tennis shoes to unmatching brown and white sandals, respectively, when they came home from school. "Yes, this is my big girl. No, she's my baby," I say looking at Layla. "My big girl is over there," I answer, nodding towards Rowan.
"All three have the same dad?" she inquires.
I had forgotten how hair stylist are to women as bartenders are to men. "Yes, they have the same Father."
"Oh, cause she has different hair texture," she comments further as she continues to clip Layla's bangs.
"Well, that's the baby they gave me," I respond.
And end of scene......Who knew getting a free haircut also meant living through the Spanish Inquisition.
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