1008 - TOW Chandler's Hair
Four-month-olds Ally and Alex Bing were in their baby swings, sleeping, when Chandler sat on the couch and Monica started giving him a shoulder massage.
Chandler: Wow! Have you been practicing? These don't hurt anymore.
Monica: I've taken tips from Phoebe.
Chandler: God bless Phoebe!
Monica: So, have you seen Phoebe today?
Chandler: No. Why?
Monica: This is the first day of her fourth month. She's worried she looks to fat. She swears she's staying home all day.
Chandler: I guess she'll be there for awhile then.
Monica shrugged and looked down at her husband. A smile crept onto her face and she started to laugh.
Chandler: What?
Monica: You have a gray hair!
Chandler: What?! No I don't!
Monica: Yes you do! Oh, wait, there's another! And another! You have three gray hairs!
Chandler: Stop counting them!
Chandler stood up and covered his head with his hands and glared at Monica who was biting her lip, trying to keep from laughing anymore.
Monica: I'm sorry honey, I just noticed them!
Chandler: Well you didn't have to point it out.
Chandler walked into the bathroom and walked back out with a bottle of hair color.
Monica: What are you doing?
Chandler: I won't have gray hair for long! Goodbye gray hairs!
Chandler disappeared back into the bathroom and closed the door.
*~*
Sixteen-month-old Hannah was toddling around her nursery with a baby doll in one arm and a cookie in her other hand.
Rachel was picking up all of the baby's toys. There were dolls, books, blocks, clothes, balls, and stuffed animals all over the room. It looked like a disaster area. Rachel picked Hannah up because the girl kept getting in her way. She put her in her crib and went back to picking up the baby's things.
Ross walked into the room and smiled at Rachel. She smiled back at him.
Ross: Hi honey.
Rachel: Hey sweetie.
Ross: Do you need any help?
Rachel: No, I'm almost done. God, I swear that if I ever have another kid, I'm going to hire a maid!
Ross: Do you want more kids?
Rachel: Of course. Don't you?
Ross: Well, yeah, but just hearing the word right now makes me want to run away screaming.
Rachel laughed and picked Hannah back up out of the crib and carried her out of the room. Ross followed behind as they went into the kitchen. Rachel put her daughter in the highchair and gave her a bottle of juice.
Rachel: I think that within the next couple of years, I'd like to have another baby, just so there isn't a big age difference between them.
Ross: Yeah. That would be a good idea.
Rachel: Which reminds me, why hasn't Ben been around for awhile?
Ross: Carol and Susan took him on a trip to Florida. They've been gone awhile, but they'll be back soon.
Rachel: Oh, okay. Anyway, can you take Hannah today? I have to go counsel Phoebe.
Ross: What?
Rachel: Oh, this is the first day of her fourth month. She thinks she looks like a barge, so I have to go convince her otherwise. It's a tradition.
Ross: Oh. I see.
Rachel: Yeah. Well, I'm gonna leave after I take a shower.
Ross: Okay. Do you want me to join you?
Rachel: Oh . . . very tempting, but somebody's gotta watch Hannah.
Ross: You're right. She's very clever. She could get out of that highchair if we weren't looking.
Both realized that they weren't looking and they looked over at Hannah who looked at them with an innocent grin on her face.
Ross: Yeah. I'll watch Hannah.
*~*
Phoebe was sitting lying on her couch while the triplets sat on the floor and watched Barney. She had heard too many "I love you, you love me's" to last her a lifetime.
Phoebe was reading a pregnancy book and she had a look of disgust on her face.
Phoebe: God, I forgot how miserable pregnancy was.
Chandler: What was that Aunt Phoebe?
Phoebe: Nothing sweetie. I'm just complaining about how I feel like crap.
Chandler: Oh. Okay.
Chandler went back to watching television.
A knock came to the door.
Joey: Phoebe?!
Phoebe: Joey, please, go away! I look really bad today!
Joey: Honey, I saw you yesterday. I'm sure you look just as beautiful.
Phoebe: Fine. You judge for yourself.
Phoebe got up and walked to the door. She opened it and Joey saw her. Her hair was a mess, she was wearing a white bathrobe and had pink flamingo slippers on. Joey swallowed and smiled.
Joey: Aww . . .you look beautiful!
Phoebe: Of course I do! I just look fat!
Joey: Honey, I think you look very thin.
Phoebe rolled her eyes and let Joey come in. She shut the door and walked back over to the couch and lay down. Joey stood by the couch and looked down at the kids.
Joey: Hi kids.
Triplets: Hi Uncle Joey.
Not one of them took their eyes off of the television set.
*~*
Monica sat on the floor in front of the twins' baby swings. She was holding stuffed animals up in front of them and putting on a cute little display for them. The babies were laughing and reaching out to swat at the toys. Monica looked over at the clock. She realized that Chandler had been in the bathroom for 45 minutes. It was around then that she heard a girlish scream come from there.
Monica: Chandler?
Chandler slowly walked out of the bathroom with a towel on his head.
Monica: Honey?
Chandler: I . . . I meant to put brown on it, but I accidentally grabbed the Henna Rinse.
Monica: And?
Chandler took the towel off of his head to reveal bright red hair. Monica busted up laughing and Chandler stood there looking a bit hurt.
Monica: I . . . I'm sorry. It's just . . .the kids love clowns, and . . .
Chandler: Oh I give up!
Chandler went back to the bathroom and closed the door while Monica doubled over onto the couch in a heap of laughter.
*~*
Rachel knocked on Phoebe's door and Joey answered it. He ushered her in quickly and Rachel saw Phoebe lying on the couch.
Rachel: Hi sweetie.
Phoebe: Yeah, you come in here looking all skinny and say that to me.
Rachel: Phoebe, you're pregnant, you're not going to stay thin.
Phoebe: You never know!
Rachel: Yeah, yeah, I do.
Phoebe: Okay, whatever. You know, just go.
Rachel: Honey, do you need anything? Can I get anything for you?
Phoebe: Yeah. My figure.
Rachel looked over at Joey. He shrugged.
Rachel: You're just a little irritable today.
Phoebe: Ya think?!
Rachel: Okay, um, where are the kids?
Phoebe: Playing in their room. I couldn't handle anymore Barney.
Rachel: Oh . . . well, then you don't wanna go to my place. That's all Hannah watches.
Phoebe: Oh that's nice. Can we talk about my problems now?
Rachel looked back at Joey and they both looked at little terrified. Rachel looked at Phoebe again and smiled nervously.
*~*
Monica sat next to Chandler on the couch. The twins were in her arms and they were laughing a bit. Chandler was standing in front of them with his red-orange hair and he had a clown's nose on.
Monica: See kids, daddy's a clown!
Four-month-olds Ally and Alex Bing were in their baby swings, sleeping, when Chandler sat on the couch and Monica started giving him a shoulder massage.
Chandler: Wow! Have you been practicing? These don't hurt anymore.
Monica: I've taken tips from Phoebe.
Chandler: God bless Phoebe!
Monica: So, have you seen Phoebe today?
Chandler: No. Why?
Monica: This is the first day of her fourth month. She's worried she looks to fat. She swears she's staying home all day.
Chandler: I guess she'll be there for awhile then.
Monica shrugged and looked down at her husband. A smile crept onto her face and she started to laugh.
Chandler: What?
Monica: You have a gray hair!
Chandler: What?! No I don't!
Monica: Yes you do! Oh, wait, there's another! And another! You have three gray hairs!
Chandler: Stop counting them!
Chandler stood up and covered his head with his hands and glared at Monica who was biting her lip, trying to keep from laughing anymore.
Monica: I'm sorry honey, I just noticed them!
Chandler: Well you didn't have to point it out.
Chandler walked into the bathroom and walked back out with a bottle of hair color.
Monica: What are you doing?
Chandler: I won't have gray hair for long! Goodbye gray hairs!
Chandler disappeared back into the bathroom and closed the door.
*~*
Sixteen-month-old Hannah was toddling around her nursery with a baby doll in one arm and a cookie in her other hand.
Rachel was picking up all of the baby's toys. There were dolls, books, blocks, clothes, balls, and stuffed animals all over the room. It looked like a disaster area. Rachel picked Hannah up because the girl kept getting in her way. She put her in her crib and went back to picking up the baby's things.
Ross walked into the room and smiled at Rachel. She smiled back at him.
Ross: Hi honey.
Rachel: Hey sweetie.
Ross: Do you need any help?
Rachel: No, I'm almost done. God, I swear that if I ever have another kid, I'm going to hire a maid!
Ross: Do you want more kids?
Rachel: Of course. Don't you?
Ross: Well, yeah, but just hearing the word right now makes me want to run away screaming.
Rachel laughed and picked Hannah back up out of the crib and carried her out of the room. Ross followed behind as they went into the kitchen. Rachel put her daughter in the highchair and gave her a bottle of juice.
Rachel: I think that within the next couple of years, I'd like to have another baby, just so there isn't a big age difference between them.
Ross: Yeah. That would be a good idea.
Rachel: Which reminds me, why hasn't Ben been around for awhile?
Ross: Carol and Susan took him on a trip to Florida. They've been gone awhile, but they'll be back soon.
Rachel: Oh, okay. Anyway, can you take Hannah today? I have to go counsel Phoebe.
Ross: What?
Rachel: Oh, this is the first day of her fourth month. She thinks she looks like a barge, so I have to go convince her otherwise. It's a tradition.
Ross: Oh. I see.
Rachel: Yeah. Well, I'm gonna leave after I take a shower.
Ross: Okay. Do you want me to join you?
Rachel: Oh . . . very tempting, but somebody's gotta watch Hannah.
Ross: You're right. She's very clever. She could get out of that highchair if we weren't looking.
Both realized that they weren't looking and they looked over at Hannah who looked at them with an innocent grin on her face.
Ross: Yeah. I'll watch Hannah.
*~*
Phoebe was sitting lying on her couch while the triplets sat on the floor and watched Barney. She had heard too many "I love you, you love me's" to last her a lifetime.
Phoebe was reading a pregnancy book and she had a look of disgust on her face.
Phoebe: God, I forgot how miserable pregnancy was.
Chandler: What was that Aunt Phoebe?
Phoebe: Nothing sweetie. I'm just complaining about how I feel like crap.
Chandler: Oh. Okay.
Chandler went back to watching television.
A knock came to the door.
Joey: Phoebe?!
Phoebe: Joey, please, go away! I look really bad today!
Joey: Honey, I saw you yesterday. I'm sure you look just as beautiful.
Phoebe: Fine. You judge for yourself.
Phoebe got up and walked to the door. She opened it and Joey saw her. Her hair was a mess, she was wearing a white bathrobe and had pink flamingo slippers on. Joey swallowed and smiled.
Joey: Aww . . .you look beautiful!
Phoebe: Of course I do! I just look fat!
Joey: Honey, I think you look very thin.
Phoebe rolled her eyes and let Joey come in. She shut the door and walked back over to the couch and lay down. Joey stood by the couch and looked down at the kids.
Joey: Hi kids.
Triplets: Hi Uncle Joey.
Not one of them took their eyes off of the television set.
*~*
Monica sat on the floor in front of the twins' baby swings. She was holding stuffed animals up in front of them and putting on a cute little display for them. The babies were laughing and reaching out to swat at the toys. Monica looked over at the clock. She realized that Chandler had been in the bathroom for 45 minutes. It was around then that she heard a girlish scream come from there.
Monica: Chandler?
Chandler slowly walked out of the bathroom with a towel on his head.
Monica: Honey?
Chandler: I . . . I meant to put brown on it, but I accidentally grabbed the Henna Rinse.
Monica: And?
Chandler took the towel off of his head to reveal bright red hair. Monica busted up laughing and Chandler stood there looking a bit hurt.
Monica: I . . . I'm sorry. It's just . . .the kids love clowns, and . . .
Chandler: Oh I give up!
Chandler went back to the bathroom and closed the door while Monica doubled over onto the couch in a heap of laughter.
*~*
Rachel knocked on Phoebe's door and Joey answered it. He ushered her in quickly and Rachel saw Phoebe lying on the couch.
Rachel: Hi sweetie.
Phoebe: Yeah, you come in here looking all skinny and say that to me.
Rachel: Phoebe, you're pregnant, you're not going to stay thin.
Phoebe: You never know!
Rachel: Yeah, yeah, I do.
Phoebe: Okay, whatever. You know, just go.
Rachel: Honey, do you need anything? Can I get anything for you?
Phoebe: Yeah. My figure.
Rachel looked over at Joey. He shrugged.
Rachel: You're just a little irritable today.
Phoebe: Ya think?!
Rachel: Okay, um, where are the kids?
Phoebe: Playing in their room. I couldn't handle anymore Barney.
Rachel: Oh . . . well, then you don't wanna go to my place. That's all Hannah watches.
Phoebe: Oh that's nice. Can we talk about my problems now?
Rachel looked back at Joey and they both looked at little terrified. Rachel looked at Phoebe again and smiled nervously.
*~*
Monica sat next to Chandler on the couch. The twins were in her arms and they were laughing a bit. Chandler was standing in front of them with his red-orange hair and he had a clown's nose on.
Monica: See kids, daddy's a clown!