Haircut

So I'm trying to write things down that I want to remember, so here it goes. A couple of years ago, at the beginning of December, we got a young teenage girl, K, as a foster. We knew this wasn't going to be a long term deal, but K needed us at the time. She was a sweet girl. You could look at her, and know immediately that she was a troubled girl and hadn't had a lot of love or attention. She needed a haircut and a friend of a case worker volunteered to cut K's hair. So we drove all 7 of us 45 miles away to get her hair cut. The beautician was SUPER sweet and made a HUGE fuss of K, which she had probably NEVER had that much attention. She made K feel like the prettiest girl ever. We also figured that if we were making the effort to get a haircut, we might as well get every one's hair cut. So we did. And the lady didn't mind at all. She just conversed with each girl as she made them feel like a movie star! Well, it was A's turn. A got up in the chair, and the lady started in and talked to her. A did really talk a lot, but just gave her that wrinkled brow look. The lady looked at and and said, You are very pretty! To which A bluntly replied, YOU are VERY loud!
The lady laughed and said, you are right!