The other day, I'm playing hair salon with my daughter. I am the patron and she is the stylist.
As she is putting my hair into tiny little piggie tails all over my head(I ended up with 21 of them, I kid you not), she says.....
"I am really not trying to pull all your hair out, but somehow that is what keeps happening...."
as I am cringing, and twisting, and squealing as she slowly pulls out every single follicle of hair that I have.
All in the name of spending time with my daughter in the world that she is in.
As long as she dosen't want to play doctor, I might end up dead.... for real. LOL.