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Steve, Carol and Tommy are the reason why their kindergarten teacher is almost fired.
"Miss Madison says we can do whatever we wants with our bodies so long as we don't hurts nobody," Steve said, sitting in the big playhouse in the corner of the classroom with Carol and Tommy during their free play time.
"So if I wants to play with your hair," Carol replied, "I has to ask first."
"You can play with mine," Tommy offered.
"Yours is already short, Tommy," Carol pointed out. "Steve's gots long hair past his shoulders, like my Barbies."
"You can play with mine," Steve said with a grin. "I like it lots when Mommy brushes my hairs."
"Yay!"
Steve continued to color with Tommy in the playhouse while Carol scooted behind him and started to brush his hair.
"Your hairs is even softer than my Barbie's, Steve," Carol said.
"Thanks!" Steve replied.
"Can I play salon?" Carol shows Steve the pair of kiddie scissors she'd snuck into the playhouse.
"Sure." Steve shrugged and went back to coloring with Tommy, not seeing Tommy's furrowed brow.
The scissors crunched in his hair and then a lock of hair fell onto the picture Steve had been coloring.
"Carol!" Tommy hissed. "You cuts Steve's hair!"
"Just a little!" Carol said. "Steve, it didn't hurt, did it?"
"No, it's fine. It's bit itchy on my neck."
Steve tucked his tongue between his teeth as he pushed his cut hair out of the way and continued coloring. Another lock fell and then another, and then another.
"Steve, you gots to turn to face me," Carol ordered.
"Carol, you're gonna gets in trouble with Miss Madison," Tommy whispered.
"No, cuz Steve already gave his consent and told me it was okay," Carol replied confidently. "Steve, turn."
"But my picture," Steve whined.
"It'll just take me a minute." Carol stomped her foot impatiently. "Turn!"
"Fine, fine." Steve huffed and put his crayon down, turning around and facing Carol. He scrunched his nose as she combed his hair forward a bit with her fingers and then *snip* *snip* *snip* right across his forehead, creating some bangs right over his eyebrows.
"See! Now you don't gots to borrow my headband," Carol said proudly.
"Cool!" Steve said, running his hands through his hair and grinning.
"It's short!" Tommy protested.
"It's all different lengths!" Carol protested. "Are you crying, Tommy?"
"It's short," Tommy said again.
"I think I like it," Steve replied, still running his fingers through his hair. "It's not so heavy on my neck."
"Kids, it's time to -" Miss Madison's face appeared in the doorway. "Carol Perkins, Tommy Hagan and Steve Harrington, what in the world is going on in here?"
"Steve and I were coloring," Tommy said quickly. "Carol was playing with Steve's hairs."
"I said it was okay," Steve added. "Because I can do what I want with my body so long as it doesn't hurt anyone else, right Miss Madison? It was just my hairs, it didn't hurt me or Carol!" Steve giggled and ran his fingers through his hair again. "And my hairs all feel so much better!"
"Oh dear" Miss Madison whispered.
"Miss Madison, do you feel okay?" Steve asked. "You don't looks so good."
"I'm fine, Steve." Miss Madison ran a hand over her face and braced herself for the shitstorm that Denise Harrington would rain down on her.
At least the layers and the bangs were even - and Steve looked downright adorable.
Maybe she wouldn't be fired.