“Really?”
grandma is my hero ngl
“Mostly.”
Kelly crouched beside my seat. “Ma’am. Did you do this?”
I’d had my childish fun. Now it was time to act my age.
“I did. I’ll fix it.”
“There’s an empty seat next to her. Please fix it quietly.”
Big trouble was probably waiting for me.
Now it was time to act my age.
Harold passed my salad over the seat back and held out the little bottle of olive oil.
“Why would I let you touch my hair again?” Brittany said.
“Because I know how to get this out. And I promise not to put any more in.”
I tested one strand. A drop of oil, a patient thumb, and the slime let go.
“Don’t touch the clips,” Brittany said.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Why would I let you touch my hair again?”
I raised three children, and one of them had a gum problem. This was easier than gum.
