The next generation- where we go from here

Hairtastiey

Diana pov
It was a day before Pistol started school. Mom and I were going through her school supplies, organizing it and writing her name of it with a sharpie.

"Momma can I play hair salon?" Pistol asked.

"Sure," I said.

She and Bandit went into the living room out of sight. I peered down at Regina to check on her. I had her in a sling as mom and I worked.

"She's definitely behaving." Mom said referring to Regina as I drew designs on Pistol's pencil box.

"Like I Said she's an easy baby. Probably Because I'm not taking her around to our concerts. Like what I did with Pistol and Bandit. I really hope we haven't messes up their hearing." I laughed.

I finished the drawling and put her box of crayons, colored pencils, glue stick, markers and where were her scissors. I looked through the opened packages.

"Whatcha looking for?" Mom asked.

"Pistol's scissors. They were here earlier." I said.

"Pistol sweetie do you know where your scissors are?" I called.

"I have them." She said.

I got up and supported Regina's head and neck as I walked into the living room. She had cut her hair to a toddler's version of a a pixie cut.

"Pistol sweetie what did you do?" I asked as I squatted down to her level.

"I was playing hair salon." She smiled.

"I can see but you know your not allowed to use real scissors." I said as I took her scissors.

"Only finger scissors." Pistol said.

"Yes so what gave you the idea you could use your school scissors?" I asked.

She pouted. "I'm sorry." She said.

"It's okay but next time follow the rules." I said.

Mom laughed from the kitchen. "Your telling your daughter to follow the rules?" Mom laughed.

"It's what you taught me." I said.

"And you and your brother ended up being rebellious." She said.

"Not entirely the reason why." I said.

"Now sweetie can you help me pick up all your hair off the carpet?" I asked Pistol as I got up.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good girl." I smiled.

Bandit toddled after me as I went into the kitchen and gave Mom the scissors and Regina.

I went and helped Pistol clean her hair up.

•••

"Hey Pistol, momma's gotta do a few things wanna come with me?" I asked.

"Sure." She smiled.

I had done my best to clean her choppy haircut up. It was still messy but I got it to a constant length. I got Pistol in her car seat and then got into the drivers seat.

"Where are we going?" Pistol asked.

"First we've gotta go by Uncle Devon's house and get him something that he wants my to send him." I said as I drove down the street and then pulled into his driveway.

•••

I stood at the check out at the grocery store.

"Are you starting school soon, little man?" The cashier asked.