Ok, so many years ago when I was 6, my family would take these long road trips to the beach. The trips weren't bad if I had enough books to read, but I usually ran out about an hour away from the beach. I was bored, and there is my older sister coloring with her beautifully maintained 96 count box of crayons. I asked if I could borrow some of her colors, and she said no because I would break them. Which I totally would not have done, but I had to sit there for an hour with nothing to do because she thought I would mess up her perfect crayons.

We finally make it to the beach, fun ensues. We decided to feed the seagulls some of our cheetos. Now anyone who has ever fed seagulls know that they are brazen little boogers and will practically swarm you while you are throwing them food. While we are doing this, I come up with the most diabolical plan a 6 year old can think of. She turned her back to me, so I VERY carefully place a cheeto on the top of her head. I think the salt helped it stick, because it was not coming off without help. The seagulls saw that there was a cheeto just sitting there, waiting to be snatched up by the bravest bird among them. They get closer, and closer, and finally one of them swoops down grabbing the cheeto... and a small chunk of her hair... She is freaking out like she is in a Hitchcock movie, and I am rolling around on the ground laughing. She should have shared her crayons.