What a great story Billie. I have one similar but it was my hair. The best story I have for Nick is he wanted his hair dyed blond several years ago, he was going as Bo Duke for Halloween. It turned out ok, but I refused to allow him to bleach his hair, instead we just used color, so it was a very dirty unfashionable blond color. He loved it and in four haircuts it was gone forever. Photos will tell the hair dye story. My story is much better, or worse depending on how one looks at it. It was Christmas eve, I was in my early 20's and convinced blond highlights and a bit blonder hair was my perfect color. (Today when I look at the photos I cringe) anyway, I went to the drug store, grabbed a box with a blond on the front, headed home and applied the highlights. Little known to me, if I would take time to actually read boxes instead of just skimming them, the outcome would not have happened. I had grabbed a hair stripper instead of highlights. So, I left the stripper on for only about 20 minutes, plenty of time with highlights, not so much with hair stripper. And of course 30 years ago the products were much harsher than they are today. I washed it out, had a towel on my hair and headed upstairs to get dressed. Make up next, then headed back down the steps, my mom asked me a question so while I was talking to her I started to dry my hair, it was pretty long, in the middle of her sentence she stopped talking and stared. My mother was not prone to a loss for words, so I knew something was wrong. She started questioning me about what I did to my hair and what I was looking for. By now I was in a panic. I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Every streak I had the stripper on was a shade of green. And it wasn't an attractive green either. It was Christmas eve, nothing was open and I was headed to a party in a few hours. I made the best of it, I took two extra large red ornaments off the tree and used them for earrings (nothing was keeping me from a party) added a Santa hat and everyone thought the green highlights were a cute 'temporary' accessory. The day after Christmas I called mom's hairdresser, she opened her shop to get me in, and spent about 4 hours 'fixing' my hair. I had to have several inches cut off, it was then layered and colored because it was in such sad state after my home hair product adventure. Did I learn my lesson, I doubt it, but I did learn not to skim when reading hair care products. About 10 years ago I bought a conditioner with henna in it, thought it would look great, I ended up with Lucille Ball colored hair, and yes it was just a few hours before a dinner party I was attending.......but that is another post.