She brought Duchess over to keep my dog, Rory, company. They're almost as good of friends as we are!
I gave Harper a big hug and I noticed something was different about her...
"Oh, Harper!" I exclaimed.
"Your hair! This curl is purple!"
"How did you do it?" I asked.
"It was easy - I did it at my house last week. My dad helped me a little, mostly so I wouldn't mess up the bathroom. Do you like it?" Harper asked.
"I love it! Can we do it to my hair, Harper? I want a light blonde streak, like Anna in Frozen!"
"As long as your mom and dad don't mind, sure we can do it, Charlie!"
"They don't mind!" I assured her, although I had never technically asked them about it before...
Harper got out lots of hair supplies...
...including a funny looking brush and a bowl she filled with what she called bleach, but was blue. I'd never dyed my hair before, so I assumed this was the right kind to use on hair. Harper is, after all, up-to-date on all the latest beauty trends!
"I'm nervous, Harper! What if it looks...funny?"
"It won't look funny, trust me. I've done this a couple of times, I know what I'm doing," she reassured me.
"Let's take off this headband and get started!" Harper exclaimed.
"Right about here looks good...It will be just like Princess Anna's!" Harper said.
Then she started painting my hair with the funny-looking brush...
...and I held the bowl for her so she could reach the bleach easily.
Now that's teamwork!
When Harper pulled out a piece of foil, I began to wonder if we were cooking my hair instead of coloring it...
Harper assured me that it helped the bleach not dry out while we waited for it to change my hair color. How exciting!
"And now, we wait!" Harper said.
So we waited...and waited...and waited for what felt like forever! I was so excited to see how it came out!
"Ta da!" exclaimed Harper. "Do you like it?"
"Oh, Harper..." I said.
I jumped out of my chair. "I love it! High five!"
"We're totally hair streak twins now!" Harper said.
"Right? We are the coolest!" I replied.
We heard my mom yell, "Charlie! What is that smell? Are you dying your hair?! You better not be without my permission!"
"Forget this!" yelled Harper as she ran out the door. "I'm not getting in trouble again!"
"Oh geeze! Do you like my hair, Mom?"
...So my mom was mad, but she liked how my hair looked, so she let me keep it. But, she did make me promise to ask permission before letting Harper - or anyone else - dye my hair again. Lesson learned!
Have you ever gotten in trouble because you didn't ask permission first?
I hope you enjoyed my story!