Ever since Phoebe was an itty-bitty girl, she has loved going to the Beauty Salon with me. (Does anyone else find it weird to call it a "Beauty Salon"? It sounds odd to me, but I can't find a good alternative. Beauty Parlor? Hair Place? I'm open to suggestions.)
For the most part, it's been a good thing. There was that one time she broke a table, but I think we've been forgiven. She likes to watch Ms. Shana put the foil in and do the cut, but she really likes to watch her wax my eyebrows. I'm pretty sure that's why, for the last year or so, she's been telling me that she wants to be a "Hair Fixer" when she grows up.
It's nice to have a plan.
It came in handy last month at Kindergarten Career Day. (Remember ELI'S?) Phoebe's was the same, except that she wanted to be a "Hair Fixer" and wanted to go with me to borrow the "special apron" that she needed. Sorry the photo is blurry. I took it on my phone and didn't realize how bad it was till I downloaded it to post.
This was the morning of the "parade". We went all out on the props, too. I found a curling iron at Goodwill for $2 so I bought it and cut the cord off so she could carry it in the handy-dandy pockets. There's also a comb and a water bottle.
And don't let that sweet face fool you. She pitched a wall-eyed fit that morning because I was making her eat cinnamon rolls for breakfast. Cinnamon rolls! Sheesh.
This time, the kindergarteners themselves stated what they wanted to be when they grew up. I was so proud of my baby girl. She stood up on stage in front of 400+ elementary students, 100+ teachers and staff, and just as many parents there to watch their own babies and talked into that microphone clear and sweet despite the fact that her apron had come untied and it was stressing her out a bit.
So proud of that girl!
