LR did so good. He watched football and pointed out every item that had Bama (Roll Tide!) on it. His stylist, Victoria was a super cute, tee-niny red head with NIKE plastered across her tush. LR lurved her to pieces. He smiled, flirted and played with her. She had no problems keeping him still and she did a rockin job trimming his hair.
While I was at the counter paying, LR was sitting quietly in the bleachers watching Sports Center. I might have taken my eyes off him for 2 seconds, tops. All of a sudden he darts past me and runs all the way back to the "Showers," where hair is washed and steamed towel treatments are administered. Just as I made it to him, he climbed in the hair washing chair and managed to turn on the faucet, which blasted a very powerful water stream right in his cute little face. He gave me a horrified and confused look and his lip began to quiver. Seriously, it was all I could do to not fall out in the floor laughing, which means I didn't get a picture. My little drowned rat looked so pitiful, but he totally deserved it and I doubt he'll do it again. I'm not making any promises, though. I was so glad that I had given Victoria a hefty tip. She not only cut his hair, but she also had to mop up the big ole wet mess he made. We made a fast break outta there. That's how we roll.
LR watching football intently
Pointing out yet another piece of sporting equipment and telling Victoria (with NIKE on her tush) what it's called.
Brushing the hair off his "blanket"