The The Adventures of C and Me. Story #2 Buster Brown and Curly
The Adventures of C and Me
Story #2-Buster Brown and Curly
By
GosselinGirl
It was that time again…time for good ole Momma’s haircuts. Back in those days you were really lucky if you got to go to the beauty parlor. Our Momma had her own way of doing things. Good ole dippity-do and pink sponge rollers. Always guaranteed to look like a masterpiece in the morning.
Well, on this day, Momma was going to give C a perm and Me a short haircut. Guess she got tired of us complaining about how tight she pulled our ponytails. She always told us it was for our own good. Made our hair stay up in tails all day while at school or playing. The two of us new better, because as soon as we hit the door, out came those old nasty ponytails…and we were free to be tom boys again.
So, with her hair chair in hand, C was the first victim. The perm kit was all laid out on the kitchen table. I could tell our Momma had big plans for giving C a real fine curly look. As for me, chop…chop with the good ole scissors. Guess she figured mine would grow out if she messed up, since I wasn’t in school yet. Poor C would just have to suffer till her perm grew out. C was a tiny little thing back then, but she was tough. Guess our Momma thought it would make her look more girly or something.
As C sat in the famous hair chair with a towel around her neck, I couldn’t help but laugh. I caught her glancing my way with a look that only she could make. It was a eerie grin that I knew all to well…the I am going to kill you grin.
Hours passed and poof she was done. I didn’t say much because no words could express how she looked. Still, she was C and somehow, someway, she would deal with how she looked. I can remember her screaming from the bathroom as she took her first look. I can still hear her saying, “Mom, how could you do this to me?” I won’t tell you what all she said under her breath, but I bet a few cuss words came out that day.
I was next in the famous hair chair. I was grateful that my Momma was only cutting my hair. As she pulled out my pigtails one by one, I wondered how the end result would look. Most of the time, my Momma did a great job on my hair. She liked to put my long hair up into a bun with bobby pins and ringlets from my ears. She said it reminded her of her Momma, I just think she didn’t know any other hairdos.
As she cut my hair, all I could see was hunks of hair laying on the floor. I was too afraid to move my head, didn’t want her to slip and cut off the wrong length. When she was all finished, it was my turn to look in the mirror. No screaming for me, I liked my cute haircut. C was so mad that day, I could tell by the look in her eyes. I can only imagine what she was going to do next to anybody who made fun of her.
So, with our haircuts all done, we headed outside to get our first reaction. Our brother, Frank, was first to notice. He let out a loud squeal and told C what a fine little princess she made. As for me, I was the baby, and he knew better than to make me cry.
As we got on our bikes and rode around the neighborhood, C and Me, could feel the eyes upon us. Nobody said a word, I mean nobody. I guess they knew that they would get their butts beat if they messed with us. As for C, she had a reputation, she might be tiny, but she would hurt you if you messed with her.
Surviving the neighbors was easy because we all knew one another, and sooner or later it would be one of them with a new haircut. School, might prove to be another matter. I guess C would just have to deal with that one on her own. I was so glad that I was still little. I didn’t have to worry about any of those things yet. It didn’t really matter what I looked like. No one real important was going to see me anyways.
That night, I bet you C washed her hair a thousand times, and much to her dismay the perm just wasn’t coming out. As we knelt down next to each other to say our prayers, I can remember her saying…. “ Dear Lord, please help me. I hate this perm that my Momma gave me. If you really love me Lord…let this perm be gone by morning. Watch over Me and help her with her numbers and letters. That’s all for now Lord. Please, please, answer my prayers. Amen” All snuggled in our beds, we knew that it wouldn’t be long until in the morning a new adventure would begin.
