Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Bad Hair Day

There's a reason I have boys. God knew that while I like beautiful things and can be quite feminine when I want to be, I'm not a girly girl. So he sent me little dudes who are interested in building stuff and digging holes.  Which is good.  Because I am not always interested in dressing up and looking fantastically model-esque everyday, so I'm not sure I would be the best role model for a little girly who loves to shop and wear frilly things and put on makeup.  Ya know? 

And while I do enjoy a little pampering once in awhile? Sitting around while my kids style my hair is not my thing. It's not my boys' thing either. They barely wanna comb their own hair, let alone someone else's! 

Apparently though, it is something lots of little girls like to do. And I found out the hard way that little girls don't always understand the intricacies of using a comb...(shout out to my neighbor's daughter, Ava and her mad stylist skills)

I have no idea how she got my hair so wrapped up in that evil device, I just know it took me about 20 minutes to get it loose from my scalp.

Note to self: Ava needs a doll to play with when she comes to the house. One with long, pretty hair.


Cynthia said...

Sorry, but that is FUNNY.

Queen of Chaos said...

Oh, my! What a tangled mess! And I agree, Ava needs a doll. lol

Azhita said...

Just found you through Blogher. I SOOOO get this. Mom of 3 boys over here. I always say there was a reason I have boys. I couldn't do hair if my life depended on it. My idea of "doing" my hair is a ponytail. That's all I'm capable of. Hope it wasn't TOO painful of an extraction process! lol

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