I didn’t think Daddy Phil’s reply was at all funny.
“Do you think it is orange enough?” he had said straight faced.
“ORANGE!” I shouted but he started laughing and I knew he had been pulling my leg.
The Barber turned me around so that I could see myself in the mirror and I couldn’t believe how totally cool my hair looked. It was back to my normal color, maybe a bit darker since it wasn’t as sun-bleached anymore and he hadn’t cut it as short as I had thought. Well, the back was a lot shorter and my bangs no longer hung in my eyes but I still had bangs and my ears were still covered.