“Mom! My toenails do not have fungus. I don’t need them to trim them,” Fred screamed. A tall man greeted them. “Today we’re doing the regular,” Janet, Fred’s mom announced in her high pitched voice. “No we aren’t! No, no, no!” Fred screeched. He picked up hair spray from the big shelf as soon as his mom left. “Don’t make me use it!” threatened Fred. “Would you like a cookie, or some lemonade?” The tall man asked. Fred grabbed for the cookies from where he was. The trey slid and burst on the ground. Fred reached down and got a cookie. “Owwie! I’m gonna sue you...