Last night, before the Valentine banquet, my mom could not make my hair lay down, It was sticking up in two different places. So, she decide to spike it. What do you think?
I stared at myself in the mirror for about 30 seconds as if I couldn't figure out WHO I was looking at. Then, I leaned over, picked up my dad's brush and tried to fix what my mom did to my hair!!! I did not like that at all. I kept trying to brush it out.
They finally got the idea that I didn't like it at all, and washed that mess out of my hair! Thank goodness!