My mother is a hair dresser. One morning while brushing my hair before pre-school, I yelled, "I wish you were a candy lady!", furious at her for trying (and failing) to comb out my knots.
My whole life my least favorite beauty chore has...
My mother is a hair dresser. One morning while brushing my hair before pre-school, I yelled, "I wish you were a candy lady!", furious at her for trying (and failing) to comb out my knots.
My whole life my least favorite beauty chore has...