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We have a no kids rule in treatment rooms. We now turn away clients that bring kids, cos they'll just bring them again. Every time we flex on this - there's a problem. My own adored grandchild can't resist interesting pump dispensing bottles and as we discovered ...surgical spirit burns toddler skin. We had one well behaved toddler sitting on a chair and all the poor child did was get off the chair - but she took down a lamp, which smashed the lightbulb, leaving poor therapist to deal with a toddler surrounded by broken glass and hysterical half naked and knickerless screaming mother trying to scoop up her child in bare feet...Then there was the interested 6 year old work experience kid who hot waxed her Dad's feet and toes whilst I stripwaxed his back without anyone noticing because she was so tiny we couldn't see what she was up to (forgot there was a hot wax heater on the lower shelf of my trolley.)My favourite of all time? The one that helpfully scooped up all the used wax strips and used hot wax and popped them tidily in Mummy's posh leather handbag, because obs you wouldn't want Mummy's nasty hair left in the lovely salon would you.
We have a no kids rule in treatment rooms. We now turn away clients that bring kids, cos they'll just bring them again. Every time we flex on this - there's a problem. My own adored grandchild can't resist interesting pump dispensing bottles and as we discovered ...surgical spirit burns toddler skin.
We had one well behaved toddler sitting on a chair and all the poor child did was get off the chair - but she took down a lamp, which smashed the lightbulb, leaving poor therapist to deal with a toddler surrounded by broken glass and hysterical half naked and knickerless screaming mother trying to scoop up her child in bare feet...
Then there was the interested 6 year old work experience kid who hot waxed her Dad's feet and toes whilst I stripwaxed his back without anyone noticing because she was so tiny we couldn't see what she was up to (forgot there was a hot wax heater on the lower shelf of my trolley.)
My favourite of all time? The one that helpfully scooped up all the used wax strips and used hot wax and popped them tidily in Mummy's posh leather handbag, because obs you wouldn't want Mummy's nasty hair left in the lovely salon would you.
