according to Jack

Jack: “Mommy, what’s that?”

Me: “That’s my flatiron. It’s very VERY hot so don’t touch it.”

Jack: “It will burn me?”

Me: “Yes.”

Jack: “What’s it for?”

Me: “It’s for my hair—”

Jack: “You burn your hair??”

Me: “…yep. And then I spray on a ton of chemicals to try and bring it back to life.”