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Today Lily got a whole bunch of new toys. This pile was filled with various items for a hair salon. “It’s time for me to do your hair,” she announced. She patted a pillow for me to sit by her. “I like your salon,” I told her, “what is it called?” “It’s the Charles Manson Hair Salon!” she brightened. Oh dear. Where the hell did she hear about Charles Manson?! “I am Charles Manson!” she announced, “and I don’t care what you do or say. I am going to cut your hair however I want!” Even though she is only three, I was completely terrified to go under the blade. As her mother, I wanted to support her, so I played along. And you know what? I got a very different hair cut than I was expecting, and for the first time in my life I didn’t care how my hair looked, I was just happy to be alive and hop out of the chair. “Tell all your friends!” Lily beamed. So if you want a haircut and a near-death experience, give us a call.