So-called Creative

These so-called creative hair salons for children crack me up. Who do they think they are foolin' anyway? I have no idea because I'm on to them like white on rice. They have play-cars/airplanes for chairs and tv's mounted on the wall blarin' some silly "child" show. And all the hairdressers I've ever seen seem to have no sense of humor nor creativity when it comes to getting a child to do what they want. They want the child to look down, but hey, isn't that Dora playing on the big screen on the wall over there? Who wouldn't want to watch that rather than look at their boring old knee that hasn't changed in ever so long.

Here's my daughter this morning: I left her bed-head tangles in tact and so the lady is combing and combing and pulling and pulling and meanwhile RJ is shirking and leaning farther and father away... as far as she can without actually leaving her chair and the lady says, "honey, I need you to sit up." It's hilarious. RJ was quite the trooper and as always I'm super proud of her. It's just funny to me that no one seems to look around and see what's actually happening. That's odd to me 'cause I could size the place up in 2 seconds flat. This is why I usually just take RJ to a normal salon.

Who needs all the distractions that they can't enjoy anyway?!