Garbage

This morning Grant had the opportunity to accompany me to the hair salon. Okay, he had no choice--but that's beside the point. I packed a bag full of his favorite toys, snacks, etc. He was playing nicely when all of a sudden he looks over and says, "Mom, why do you have a bunch of garbage on your head?" (He was referring to the foils) Luckily my hairdresser is also one of my best friends, and we just started to laugh.