Angel Wings Must Be Heavy To Wear

Today at the salon, my kids set up their portable DVD player and proceeded to watch Star Wars. 

With their headsets all in place, you wouldn’t have known they were sequestered out there just below the peek through window in the little 4 by 8 waiting area.

Although I had my head under the dryer at the time, I heard bits and pieces of the conversation that floated around the salon.  Clients would come past the boys and through the door commenting on how well-behaved those kids were out there. 

I pretended not to hear.  And kept my eyes on my book.  But I was smiling inside. 

And praying the movie outlasted my perm!

As my hairdresser was removing my cape, she said the nicest thing to the next hairdresser over.  “I think she should win the award of the century for the best behaved kids—EVER!”

I thanked them and proceeded to gather up my things and write the check. 

Wouldn’t that be a neat award to hang on my wall??

I was signing my name as the movie ended, and my angelic boys began shaking off their wings.  Like an executive ditching his tie in the car after work.

Quietly, at first, they began arguing over who should have to wind up cords and carry headphones, and put back the pillows, etc.  But, in seconds their hushed threats picked up speed and ferocity until it was obvious a storm was brewing.

I barely had them herded out the door when poison tipped verbal assaults started sailing like darts at each other.

And I thought…Can I still keep my award?