Cautionary Tale

Last week when I was getting ready to blow Elizabeth's hair dry I noticed that she had grabbed the round brush and was playing with it.  I took the opportunity to share my "round brush" story with her.  When I was fourteen I was headed to a Bon Jovi concert with two of my best friends.  Prior to leaving the house I decided to use my mom's small round hairbrush.  I was fourteen and should have known better, but I got it stuck in my hair and I mean really stuck.  It was on the side of my head and the hair was wrapped tight. My mom had just left to take my brother to a baseball game.  My dad tried, but had no luck.  My dad and my friend's dad were driving us to the concert.  We had a couple hour drive so my friends worked on my hair the entire drive.  My head was so sore.  We were approaching our destination city and I still remember pulling over at a gas station and my dad getting out his Swiss army knife.  This was major drama for a teenager!  The brush was cut out of my hair.  My dad assured me that I would blend right in the other concert goers!  So when I saw Elizabeth playing with the round brush I told her my story.

Apparently, I should have added to my story/lecture that combs can also get stuck.  This morning as we were getting ready Elizabeth walks in and shows me a comb stuck in her hair.  I panic. I tried to loosen it but I felt like I was only making it worst.  My panic is becoming obvious.  Elizabeth starts crying and repeating "I'm sorry mommy, I'm sorry mommy, I didn't know."  I pick up the phone and call my friend, who happens to be a hairdresser.  She asks me what kind of comb it is and I explain that it is a plastic one.  She asks me if I can break it.  Break the comb? What a brilliant idea!  Why didn't I think of that?   Great, I am now that person who can't think clearly in a somewhat of an emergency situation!  Sure enough it snapped in half easily and I was able to untangle it.  Phew!  What a great start to a Monday morning!