My daughter - my teen-aged daughter - wanted a hair cut.
Facetiously, I said,
"I'll take you to Walmart."
Seriously, she replied,
"Okay. I like your hair. Let's go!"
What kind of mother does that to her hyper-aware teenager?
Somebody could have seen her walk into Walmart!!
After the cut, we picked up a million dollars worth of groceries and my teenager, who finds fault in every.single.hair cut, said,
"I LOVE my hair!!"
To Lori at the Clinton Township Walmart:
You're the best!!
Now please don't quit or get fired, okay?