Chapter 58
“Where the hell did you get pink glitter for your hair?”
He grabbed the body wash and started on my chest. “Same place I got the tails and noses and ears. Don’t worry, it’s supposed to come out when you shampoo.”
“The paint was supposed to come off, too.”
He looked down. Most of the pink had, indeed, rinsed clean. However, he looked like he’d been in that oven the pigs tossed the wolf into—not all of the stuff came off, even with a second application of soap.
“People will just think you’ve got a sunburn,” I consoled him when his face fell. “At least you didn’t go as Gumby or a Smurf.”
“I should have asked Luis what brand to buy.”