The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S2 E11.1: All Hail

Andi's POV

Hazel sits at the other end of the kitchen table from me, typing away on her laptop while I'm busy sketching a plan for my next sculpture. We rarely get this time together. Usually she's in her room, so I want to take advantage of it.

"What are you working on?" I ask, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Homework."

One word, and she's back to focusing.

"Is it interesting?" I try again.

"The day plant cells are interesting, I'll learn how to yodel the Bangladeshi national anthem."

"What are learning about plant cells?"

"Mom, I'm just here because I needed an outlet close to a table," she explains, gesturing to the charging cable plugged into her computer. "I'll talk after I'm done my homework."

My daughter is too focused on her schoolwork to talk to me. I bet Cyrus and TJ never have this problem.

All of a sudden, Amber enters the room with her phone in hand, saying, "You know what we should get?"

"A trampoline?" Hazel says without a second of thought.

"We don't have space for that," Amber shoots down.

"We could get a small one," Hazel argues.

"What should we get?" I ask Amber.

"This car."

She brings her phone over to me to see a photo of an aquamarine car with crisp corners and an overall old-fashioned look, but it's brand new.

"You'd rather have that than a trampoline?" Hazel says after viewing the image herself.

"Amber, haven't you already had a car, like, the exact same?" I ask her.

"No," she denies.

"You definitely have," I press. "Well, it wasn't the same, but it was really similar. Sea green and kinda boxy."

"I have literally no idea what you're talking about."

"I promise you had that. I remember riding in it when we were teenagers."

"Then how come I don't remember this at all?"

I can't tell whether she's just being difficult or genuinely doesn't remember, but I will bet my life on this fact. She had a car like this before.

"Oooh," Hazel chirps. "Which mom is crazy? Let's find out."

"It's not me," I insist.

"It's not me," Amber retorts. "I think I would remember if I owned that car. Show me a photo."

"I don't have a photo."

"How convenient," Hazel comments.

I shake my head and look to Amber again, saying, "Let's talk to someone who would remember."

I stand up, leaving my sketchbook on the table, and head for the front door to get my shoes on.

"Who is that?" Amber wonders.

"Your brother."

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Jayda's POV

A knock on my window scares me, and I close my laptop and spin around on my bed to see Andreas sitting on the tree on the other side of the glass. I reach up and lift the window open then lean my elbows on the sill.