"TAKE THOSE OUT! YOU ARE NOT DREADING YOUR HAIR!"
'well, see...i already did. last week.'
"THEY ARE UGLY!
'I love them. And you didn't say that about Pete's.'
I HOPE YOUR JOB FIRES YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVE UGLY THINGS GROWING OUT OF YOUR HEAD!
I CANT WAIT UNTIL YOU HAVE TO SHAVE YOUR HEAD!
I HOPE YOU GET LICE!
'I won't get lice because I have dreads, mum.'
THOSE ARE FILTHY AND UGLY AND HOW DARE YOU DO THAT IN MY HOUSE!"
Then she hit me in the forehead.
I think she took it rather well.