Happy Birthday to the best Brother I could ask for. My brother is sandwiched in-between two sisters and I think he loves every second of it. My sister and I take a little credit for the wonderful husband and father he is.
When I was about seven my parents went out of town and some how Clint was in charge of doing my hair for school (yes, at seven I was very concerned about the way my hair looked). He didn't dare use a real curling iron on my bangs, but was ok with using a butane curling iron (our Mother would bring it on our Lake Powell trips). Clint pulled my hair back in a pony tail and then carefully curled my bangs, afraid to get to close to my forehead he pulled the bangs out as far as possible and then just curled the ends to make them straight up in the air with a small curl at the end. From the expression on his face I could tell he was not satisfied with this look, so he then added our Mothers RED PLASTIC visor to finish it off. Only a good brother would do this, even if I never wanted him to do my hair again. I love you Clint.
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Next time we see Clint we should see if he will do YOUR hair again- just to see if he has gotten any better over the years.
I'm way better now. Bring your little family to CA and I'll show you what I can do now.
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