Just then, Daddy quick pulled the car to the curb. "No, Junie B. No. You're not all set to go to work," he said. "You don't just pick up some scissors and start cutting hair. Do you understand? Working in a beauty shop takes years and years of practice." "Yeah, only I already know that," I said. "T already know it takes years and years of practice." "Years and years and years," said Daddy. I did a huffy breath at him. "I already know that, I told you," I said again. After that, I leaned back in my seat.