The Little Red Hen a Bald Spot and an Angel from Chatsworth -

This is my Little Guy and his class performing the Little Red Hen.
Of course, it was the best live performance I have ever witnessed. I am proud as punch because Little Guy sang and made the motions through the entire performance.

It wasn’t easy getting to this big day. The biggest issue was I was pressed for time, and Little Guy’s hair was getting so long that he was starting to look a bit hippy-ish. The place I normally take him for haircuts had been closed for two weeks for renovations, and I was starting to get desperate.

So I took him to Super Cuts. Yeah, Yeah, I know… a real momma would have trimmed and buzzed a perfect haircut right in her own kitchen while the homemade lasagna was baking and a salad already tossed with organic olive oil and fig vinaigrette. But not I, I have been a parent for over 23 years, and I know better than to cut any ones hair. Ask my oldest son; he will tell you a sad hair story with gusto and a bit of bitterness even after 14 years.

Super Cuts was oddly empty aside from a handsome young guy getting his hair trimmed by a cute young blond. We waited and waited and then finally it was my son’s turn. I, of course, jumped at the chance of a few minutes of peace and was dutifully reading my current mommy-break novel while Little Guy was getting just what I thought was a typical little boy’s hair cut.

I looked up because I notice the “hair stylist” was whispering with another colleague. I, of course, thought nothing of it.. thinking they were still discussing the handsome single man that had just left the building. I was wrong. For some reason, one of her trimmer attachments fell off during Lil Guys’ haircut. Poor guy was now sporting an extra-large egg size bald spot on the side of his head.

She apologized and told me it would be best to blend it through. I looked at her and said, if you blend it he will be bald. I was upset; I mean Little Guy’s starring role in The Little Red Hen was the very next day! And of course, I had visions of sixth-grade bullies teasing him to tears and his best friends leaving him for more interesting friends “with hair.”

So I left Super Haircuts after they told me it wasn’t necessary to pay them this time. ( as if I was coming back the next week, lol) I immediately went to CVS pharmacy, which is what any good momma would do. I look around for miracles, I mean don’t they have like” spray on hair” for sale anywhere. I know had seen at least one infomercial with they nifty hair miracle. I was starting to get edgy and then my angel came.

This angel was not your run of the mill angel. I am pretty sure she was a Chatsworth artist ( if you know CA you will know what I am talking about). She was wearing some pretty alarming shades of purple around here eyes and her eyelashes were unbelievable curly and coal black. She said, just paint the hair back in, and he will do just fine. Then she winked at Little Guy ( yikes).

She took me around the cosmetics department like she owned the place. Pulling out packages of eyeliners and mascara in an array of colors and then grabbed a bottle of ” will never wash out hair spray” and said to us, “That will do it.”

I drove us home, and we went to my office and dusted off a few scrapbook tools that have not seen the light of day in at least two years. In my scrap-booking crazed days, I bought every tool imaginable and I know I could find a magical blending brush someplace in that mess and I did.

It took what seemed like an hour ( 5 minutes) to recreate Little Guys’ hair. Three colors of eyeliner and a stiff thistle brush and you could almost not tell anything had gone wrong. Yep, the angel and I saved Little Guy’s first live performance, and he could walk on that stage with out looking like the odd duck (hen?).

And he was happy and had the time of his life and in the end ( despite bald spots and a crazy mommy) that is all that matters.

You all have a wonder Sunday and a Magical Monday,

Momma

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