The other night the girls and I were playing their favorite game, “Salon”. This is where they run a beauty salon and I am their client, getting my nails and hair and make-up “done”. It’s not a bad gig because it basically entails my sitting there getting my hair brushed by one while the other pretends to paint my fingernails and toenails. Really, it’s quite relaxing.
Curl up and Dye
Lily (8 years old) is usually the general manager of said salon, and Ella (4 years old) is the beauty technician. This works out because Ella gets to be hands on involved and Lily gets to show of her handwriting and math skills. Win-win!
So, as we’re playing salon there started to be some bickering and disagreement on Ella’s duties. They snapped at each other a few times as sisters do and I could tell it was past bedtime. I told them to pause the session for a moment while I put up some dishes and fed the dog.
A few seconds later Ella padded into the kitchen. She was wearing a flannel nightgown with a cupcake embroidered on it. CUTEST. THING. EVER. Anyway, she put herself face first into the corner of the kitchen and her shoulders began to shake.
I asked her what was wrong. As she turned around, I saw big ole tears streaming down her little cheeks. She began to cry so hard that I could not understand what she was saying.
Me: Lilly what? Did she hit you? Did she bite you? What are you trying to tell me?
Ella: I… GOT.. FI-WOOD! *sobs uncontrollably*
Me: *stifling laughter* Ella, did you get “fired” from the salon?!?
Ella: Yes I did! And it hurts my feewings!!!
Innernet, it was all I could do to not burst into gales of laughter. Lilly apologized but she said clearly Ella wasn’t pulling her weight at her place of employment. I told Ella that she and I would branch off and open our very own salon separate from her sister’s. The tears disappeared. However, despite current events, I’m happy to say that Ella is now currently employed back at the salon… but on probation.
I’m not sure it’s going to fly though as yesterday morning I heard a loud, “I QWIT, Lilly”!! and consequently a bedroom door slammed shut.
I’m not sure where we stand now. I guess I might have to start doing my own roots.