"Then I can just wrap a towel around my head and then hide it under a big hat!" She squirms in her seat, wincing slightly from the sharp trickles of pain arising in her scalp each time her mother gently flays out a knot. She preoccupies herself by snapping a few flower barrettes onto her father’s hair. "It was a scorpion! Bad Girl ain’t afraid of scorpions."
"No, young lady." She tries to get out the tangles as quickly as possible. She wonders if she should bring up the idea of a haircut after the movie. "Oh, a scorpion? She must be real brave, then." She glances at her husband from behind her daughter. She’ll probably have to take out the barrettes later, as well.
"Why not? We can use it to sneak in my oven." Her miniature toy oven with the heart-shaped door, insta-bake packets sold separately. Her father's stomach interjects with a gurgle, as if agreeing with the notion of months-old sugar and flour being baked into chocolate patties. "She is real brave! Dad says she ain't scared of nothin'! She took on a whole mob all by herself!"
