I didn’t take any pictures, and now I wished I had!
I was drawing with the boys I watch and ended up making a very strange looking mask. As I was coloring, I accidentally wrinkled the paper. I cut out the eyes and mouth and held it over my face. The kids liked it.
“What should I call it?” I asked.
One of the boys yelled out, “Wrinkled Joe!”
“Perfect!” I said. “My middle name just happens to be Jo!”
So, now I am known as Wrinkled Jo and am greeted as such when I go to their house!
I give the hairspray can an angry glare, daring it to do its worst.
“I know you bested me last time with that squirt to the eye.” I hiss. “Today, that will not happen! I ran hot water over the hole to make sure it is not clogged! You WILL spray where I want you to spray!”
Evil hairspray can just sits quietly, acting like it can’t hear me.
I pick it up and prepare to spray. I try to shield my eyes with my hand while leaving tiny spaces between my fingers so I can see what I am doing. I take a deep breath, aim, and FIRE!
So, hairspray tastes as bad as you would think. Maybe, I should have made sure my mouth was closed before spraying. Ewwww, sticky lips! I better go wash that off.
Well played hairspray can, well played. I will meet you on the battlefield once again tomorrow morning. I will be victorious!