Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
My almost step daughter was about to go out to lunch with her dad today. Her braids were falling out and I could see a mega knot had formed between them. Let me comb your hair out first I told her and we went to the bathroom to begin carefully teasing the Gorgon's knot out. I had never seen a knot like this one: hair sticking out in all directions. When it finally submitted to my ministrations, imagine to my surprise a huge clump of hair fell into my hands. And another. And another as I finished combing the rest of her hair. At the end I had a deeply perturbing solid handful of blond locks.
Now I begin to panic. We just switched shampoo two nights before. Or maybe, after a week at our house she was succumbing to malnutrition because there's only about half a dozen non-junk foods she'll eat. Then my brain reined itself in as I stared at the hair. Not a single strand came from her scalp and they were almost uniformly the same length.
"Sweetheart did you...did you cut your hair this morning?"
"No," she says firmly. "But the tag in my pajama shirt was bothering me so I cut it out,"
"With your shirt still on?"
"Yep...Oooh," the truth dawns across her six year old face. "Maybe next time I will ask an adult to cut my tag out"
"Yeah. Definitely ask,"













