Sticky situation

Last night as i was asleep
my son came into my room
scared from the thunder storm above

as the wind blew the trees
he cuddled next to me
for the security of a mother's love.

so we drift off to sleep
into a land of happy dreams
innocencent in the love we share.

but my son who must have been bored
or aggravated cause i snored,
proceeded to play with my hair.

I know he's gone to the salon
and watched as my hair was being done
when I have extensions added for taste.

but what in the hell possessed this boy
to take my hair as a toy
and glue my ends to the pillowcase.

the look on my face
must have filled the place
with the sense of you die today

because he jumped out of bed
and screamed in dread
for the anger I began to display.

so before i raised hell
killed him and ended up in jail
i counted to ten then began to pray.

but whats true irony
to fix the problem as I see
is glue hair over the bare spots on my head

and to pay my stylist to glue in tracks
just to cover the fact
that my boy used Super Glue instead.