Grant: Meow meow meow. Rrrrrooooaaaammm rrrrooommm.
Eeeehhhh wooo wooo
Nana: Grant can we try a little quiet?
Grant: uh uh
Me: why don’t u sing us a song instead?
Grant: I will do dat after I take a haircut. Eeehhhh. *screeeeaaaach*
Aaahhhh, don’t put the sharp part on me!
Nana: I just have to put it next to your skin, I’m not going to put it in your skin.
Grant: AAAAHHHH, YOU GOT HAIR IN MY EAR!
Wwwrrrouumpp *shivers and pulls away*
Me: be brave, she’s got to get your neck.
Grant: *whimpering like a caged puppy*
Nana: there all done with the edges, now just the middle!
Grant: yay! I like this part! *brief smile then whimpering resumes*
Aaahhh, that tickles. THAT TICKLES! (this boy must hate tickling)
Ok, I’m all done now. Yes I’m done for now.
Hey you made that part by my eye high now.
Nana: over here? This side?
Grant: yeah, right there. It looks really nice now.
Nana: thank you, yes it does.
Grant: ok can I be done now?
Nana: well we still need to even it up.
*Clip, clip, whimper, whimper*
Grant: please can I be done now? Please? Now?
(in a whimpery voice) eehhh my body is getting tickly.
Nana: here let’s fix that *breaks out the powder and brush and brushes him off*
Grant: yay! Alright! Can I be done now?
The part over here is really high, so I might be all done.
Hey, hey you ogot some over here. OVER HERE!
Nana: let’s see how it’s looking. You want the bangs shorter momma?
Me: yep, they grow fast.
Grant: yep, they grow about five inches a day.
Nana: wow that’s a lot.
Grant: yep, it is. Sometimes even up to 90 inches. Can I be done now?
(we actually have quiet for a minute and I look up from my blogging to find him playing with his snot, I pretended not to see, he was quiet, don’t judge me)
Nana: let’s stand you up so I can get your cow lick in the back.
Grant: now I’m bigger da you nana. I’m like 36 inches or something like dat.
Nana: ok momma look at the back.
Grant: *turning to face me with a big grin* and look at this part too momma!
my flip flops make me really good.
*dinosaur sounds* aaahhh I need a tissue!
Me: should we spike you up?
Grant: no that would make me something else. I want to be me.
Nana: ok your done.
Grant: yay! Now I want a pistol!