Mom you’re cramping my style
Jack: This is the worst Thursday ever!
me: Come on, you had a great day. What’s the problem?
Jack: You’re making me get a stupid hair cut that’s what!
me: You need a trim. You don’t have to go short…
(The young hairdresser with the bleached blonde faux hawk comes over to us)
me: Hi, I think we want…
(Jack steps in front of me, smiles at the girl and gives me a shove from behind his back).
me: Sigh, or you can just tell her what you want. Geez.
(Jack happily follows her and lets her cut off all of his hair. He walks back to me afterwards with the same hairstyle that she has!)