When I grow up, I want to be a ...................
hairstylist!
I grab some hair, take comb, comb awhile, throw comb, bend to take comb & lose the grip on customer's hair. Then start the whole cycle again. Mummy laughed at me
My customer complaint against me for pulling her hair. I told her professionals do it this way
After some time she asked me to stop, holding onto my tiny hands
Then again, I think I'm not cut out to be a hairstylist.
So I tried to look for other career. I thought I should be a violinist
Ai doh! Eyes itchy want to scratch also cannot!
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