Matthew combed my hair today . . . with a salad fork. With three sons, that's probably about as close to playing beauty shop as it's going to get. But that's okay. The mouth noises associated with Hot Wheels and toy planes are a lot more fun than blow dryer noises anyway. Besides, when I was little my brothers would never let me play with their Hot Wheels track and now I have a battery operated one at my complete disposal. And I only have to share with my kids a little bit because I'm the mom. I can say, "Let me make sure it's working right," and get my turn first every time!
There are definite advantages to being a grown up. And Hot Wheels rights are near the top of my list of perks!
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