Sarah had a playdate yesterday, so Emma and I walked down to Westboro village after school. Our first stop was Bridgehead, where we sat and had a coffee (for me) and a peanut butter cookie (for her). I secretly ordered Emma a hot chocolate with whipped cream. This isn’t something she gets very often (it’s cheaper to make it at home) and oh, how her face just lit up when she saw me coming with that frothed-up mug. I think I’ll have that image ingrained in my mind’s eye for a long time.
We sat for awhile. She went through her Pokemon cards with me. She has them all arranged in a binder. Last Christmas Santa brought her a big stack. I think he might have found them on eBay. Emma is very proud of her collection. Being there with her, without Sarah, was very different. I’m going to try to do this more often.
When we were done we meandered along to Changes, the hair salon near the new Westboro Market. They do a great job with kids haircuts. We go there all the time now, and a few people I recommended them to go there as well.
In the past, they’ve just given the girls a wet-down and a simple trim, but I don’t think they had much going on yesterday because suddenly Emma was being led to the sink. She looked at me, eyes wide. She was going to get her hair washed. This was a first.
She loved it. The lady washed, fussed, and snipped for a long time. Emma was positively glowing. She had a couple inches taken off, and a few layers were added instead of the one-length thing. I wasn’t sure what they were going to be charging me, what with all that time and effort. The lady spent nearly as much time with her as she would with an adult.
It came to $13, before the tip. Pretty decent, huh?
As we walked away, Emma took my hand and gave it a big squeeze.
“You sure got the V.I.G. treatment today huh?” I asked.
“V.I.G?”
“Sure, V.I.G, Very Important Girl!”
She really liked that, and repeated it a few times, as if to savour it a little.
When we picked Sarah up she was in a great mood. They’d been having a great time. Unfortunately, once she got wind of the hot chocolate she did a complete 180. And we weren’t able to cheer her up until dinnertime.
