Sophia came with me to get a $40 haircut. I almost sh*t my pants when I realized I was paying that much for the haircut but Tristan has complained about every haircut we have gotten at cookie cutters thus far, so I went to a grown up salon. I think they may have charged me for the inconvenience of cutting a child's hair because it was clearly not something they do often and I think they may have felt that they were too good for it. Oh well, she was a sport. She had to sit on her feet on a thick pad to reach her head back into the sink for the shampoo. She has never had that experience and she loved it. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and I think she might have drooled. Then later she was getting the actual cut and Sophia surprised me. She scowled the entire time. She didn't participate in the hair stylist banter (i.e. seeing anyone new, and what sort of work do you do), she didn't smile and she didn't look away from herself in the mirror for one second. She also didn't complain that it hurt to have her hair brushed or dried so I just chalked up the scowling to Sophia being a diva. Well what do you think... Is she a diva?
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