personal (and honest) hairstylists

Grandma sent home a baggie of unused combs in fun colors with which the kids have been having a blast. Jack and Gail set to work combing my unruly tresses as I sat on the couch. I had to coach them on the how-tos, like start at the bottom, no brushing upward, etc. As they combed, Abigail said, "You're going to look like the most beautiful ballerina!" Jack chimed in, "Yeah, everyone will say, 'Yeah, she looks great!' No one will believe it!" (?) After they finished, and I had a nice comb-over-my-face-do, they inspected their work. I asked, "How do I look?" Jack: "Um, not that great."