Hair Sylist

The Boy asked me last night if he could do my hair. I said sure, what's the harm in that. Luckily, the comb only got stuck once. The Husband had to help get it out of my curly, tangled mane. A few sentences that escaped The Boy's lips whilst he was styling...

I don't have enough barettes.
It is like I am brushing your brain.
Your hair is so shimmery.