"Mommy? Today is yo lucky day. I have a massage and a special hair do fo you."
I am stretched out, covered with a blanket and brushed and brushed. "Close yo eyes!" I am commanded. I wince as hairs are pulled out. "Now, sit up. You aw going to look so gweat and you can't see yo gweatness."
My face is covered with a scarf that smells of too many sweaty outings. I am primped, and massaged, made up, and dressed up.
The doorbell rings. It is Charolette here to pick me up to prepare for the Primary fireside. Out I go, fluffed hair, lipstick up to my nose, and smelling of child body odor. Yet, I am happier, better for the service rendered.