Sometimes, I'll straighten Chamblee's hair the night before school. Just for fun. She likes to play with my makeup brushes and I'll sit her up on the counter and straighten her hair.
She likes how it makes her hair warm and cozy. I like the quiet chit chat.
Tonight, Jacob and Josephine were in the bathroom with us. I looked over at Jacob's wild man curls and thought, "Huh. I should straighten that and see how long his hair really is." So, with K at the store and a hot iron in my hands, I did it.
And then, like a ton of bricks, it hit me. As soon as I heard the camera click.
WHAT IF I JUST FRIED HIS BABY HAIR AND IT WILL NEVER CURL AGAIN?
Kraig will never forgive me.
I snatched him up and laid him across the counter and soaked his head under the sink.
He hollered.
When I sat him back up, his hair was sticking straight out. Straight.
So, I ran and got shampoo. Hurled him back under the faucet.
Lather, lather, lather.
Prayer, prayer, prayer.
I can feel the tears start to sting in the corners of my eyes.
I whiplashed him with a towel dry, and there they were.
Wild man curls. They're back.
And I'll never risk it again.
But I got a picture. Yes.
Until Next Time,
The Guff
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