A few years back when my daughter was 11 or 12 years old, my wife had scheduled a haircut appointment for her at a beauty shop. The appointment was for a time when my wife was working, so I had to take her. Just before we left the house, my daughter decided to grab a Twinkie out of the cupboard to take along with her. Anyway, the beautician calls my daughter over to her chair and puts the cape over her. A few minutes after she starts cutting her hair, my daughter reaches under the cape, pulls the Twinkie out, opens it and starts to eat it. There is an ancient old hag getting her hair done in the chair beside her who's watching the whole thing. The old bats says to my daughter "Sweetie, you're getting hair on your Twinkie". My daughter looks back at her and says excitedly, "yeah, I'm getting big boobs too".