Kato’s hair was out of control.
So Robbi took matters into her own hands.
Ever the perfectionist, Kato kept careful tabs on the progress.
Robbi is a self-made barber. For the most part, she does well. But I cannot lie. Occasionally mistakes are made.
Nothing that can’t be cured by a lollipop, though.
Not twenty minutes later, the boy was transformed, looking suddenly older and more confident.
And apparently, in need of glasses.
And ready to sing?
I’m trying to encourage Robbi to open her own salon, one that hands out lollipops whenever a client starts to cry. But Robbi is pretty sure there aren’t enough lollipops in the world to make it a viable business plan.
