|Me and Mom|
Then I felt some sticky stuff in her hair and asked her what it was. She said something about a moose in her hair.
|"WHAT!?! It's not Squee Kee Moose, is it?"|
I wouldn't put it past Squee Kee to hide out then surprise me!
Mom said she meant "mousse" not "moose". I thought I should check through her hair just to be sure.
|"Squee Kee? Are you in there?"|
Then I realized how much I liked going through Mom's hair like that and how much better it looked after I did. It occurred to me - Zim's tried so many jobs -- joining the local fire department, giving tours of the Kansas Ocean in the trolley, cornering the snack market with his Stinky Goodness Treats, all kinds of cool stuff! So I thought maybe I could add a job to my resumé -- hair stylist! What do you think?!?
"Davy? Can I get up now? Davy? Hey... does anyone smell Fritos?"
I think I'll sleep on it. I'll keep you posted!