The Dad (as he pulled out a pink flat iron from a Hellmart sack): What's this?
Me: A flat iron to get that silky straight hair.
The Dad: You already have one.
Me: It's for Daughter 1. She's at that age where she's wanting to look cute.
The Dad: That's a little bit ridiculous. She's 7 years old.
Me: No. No, she's not 7. She's 10.
