Things soured quickly as, curiously, M's hair began to grow at an accelerated rate. Also, B glued her face in the noodle strainer. Below you can see that M's hair is so long she was unable to identify her own friend B and comes racing out of the kitchen terrified!
The hair kept growing and, finally, M begged her mother. "Please save me I can't see!"
The quick solution was to carry M around upside down. For the first few days of her bat-like existence, M enjoyed the new view of the world...
On day 8, M felt a little light headed and requested a new solution.
The new solution? The Beauty, Hair, Spa, Massage, Manicure, Pedicure, and Piercing Academy. Here M looks at her long bangs one last time as the stylist prepares to cut.
Oh the humanity. M cries as she realizes she now looks like Lloyd and everyone else who ever had their bangs trimmed with a bowl over her head. You can see the bald manager in the background not giving any sympathy. He later muttered, "I wish I had some bangs." M's mom on the other hand felt inspired to change the lyrics to a Ricky Martin song and is quietly singing "Her bangs, Her bangs. They are so gone. So gone..."
After crying it out, M realized that being able to see vastly improved her life. And so ends the hairy situation.
5 comments:
Oh, the trauma of the haircut!
Such a relief that it is all over and her quality of life has improved. :)
Did they get any of the sides or anything? Britt, thanks for the sacrifice, because I know that can be hard. But everyone is grateful! She looks great!!!
Great commentary to match the photos as usual. Can't wait to see the new do!
Great post! Such entertainment you provide to me! Thanks for the Valentine and conversation beans.
Love, Aunt J
(whose brain has metled from too much work)
I was laughing out loud at most of the posts. Kudos to the authors - it's so much fun to read and hear about the amazing adventures of SuperMaya
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