Yank!

“Ouch! Owwwww!” she wails.

Every now and then her hair is so knotted when she wakes up I have to drench it in detangles spray and let it soak in for a while before even attempting to comb it.

Today was such a morning, but I couldn’t find the California Baby (the health food store detangles spray, the one without all the chemicals). Rummaging through the drawer in the bathroom, I found an old bottle of the commercial kind (chemical-full) and decided it was just going to have to do. One day won’t kill us, will it?

As Riley ate breakfast, I stood behind her, laying on the non-aerosol pump, with my index finger, attacking the rat's nest with a vengence.

There, that will make things easier.

After breakfast, I began combing.

“You’re pulllllllllling!”

“Sorry doll.”

“Mommy, OWWWW!”

Trying to lighten the mood,

“Riley….how did you get so tangled? Did Daddy take you out for a ride on a motorcycle when Seth and I were still asleep?” (If you knew how NOT a motorcycle guy Todd is, you would understand the humor. Man, I crack me up)!

“No.” she giggles, then…

“Ow!”

“Did you get your head stuck in a jar of honey like Pooh?”

“Nooooooo.” she laughes before shrieking again.

What the hell did she get into?

Half-way through her head, I glance at the bottle.

Hair spray, firm hold.

Instead of detangling, I'd shellacked her rat’s nest in place.

Ooops.