I should have known what I was getting into. Really. What did I expect?
But, when my preschooler came at me with that hair brush and my toddler joined in with the glittery hair clips, my heart went a flutter. I gave in. Caved. Surrendered.
I figured, as long as no scissors were involved…what the heck?
“Just you wait! Princess hair for you,” my preschooler piped.
“Clips! Clips!...Mine!!” my toddler told me.
I imagined this as a milestone. All mothers of girls must participate in this ritual, right? Our hair twisted and snarled around assorted barrettes…tufts of hair missing from our overzealous stylist…. Eyes tearing from the pain…. The mist of a mysterious aerosol can in the air.
Hubby found me later in the kitchen happily cooking with my glittery Princess-Medusa-Pippi Longstocking hair do. He stoically complimented me on the new elegant look. The fella’s gotten used to living with a gaggle of gals, after all….
But, his mood shifted when he saw the cat.
Author’s note…Don’t worry. No kitties were harmed during this style session. Adorned, maybe. Primped, definitely. Improved, absolutely. Harmed, never!
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