Thursday evenings Dana picks the girls up from daycare b/c I work late. They always make waffles or pancakes. It's their favorite. And they always get to help. It's their fun time w/ Dad.
Last night at work i get a phone call from the hubby
It goes like this
ME: Hello
HUBS: Hi, ummm something happened. It's kind of bad. You might freak out.
ME: Ooookkkk.......to who
HUBS: Gentry.....it's her .......hair
ME: Did she cut it again?
HUBS: No, that would be better. We were making pancakes and ummm
ME: OMG SHE GOT IT CAUGHT IN THE MIXER DIDN'T SHE
HUBS: YES.....only it didn't get caught......it ripped it out.
ME: ARE YOU SERIOUS? HOW MUCH? IS SHE OK? OMG.
HUBS: It's a lot. I turned around to put the measuring spoon away. When I turned back. Her head was against the mixer. I couldn't figure out what she was doing. Then she screams and pulls her head up and I see a huge wad of hair in the mixer. It's bad. She's bald. But she literally only cried for a couple of minutes and then she seemed to be just fine.
ME: Oh my poor baby. Ok. Will we be able to cover it up?
HUBS: Maybe.
ME: Ok. I Need to start this haircut that's waiting on me. Thanks for warning me. See you as soon as I can.
This beautiful long hair.......
Plus this Kitchen Aid Mixer
EQUALS........Brace Yourself.......THIS...
AND THIS.........
I cried. I'm not just saying I cried. I really cried. I cried for my poor baby and the pain this mixer must have inflicted upon her poor little head. I cried because she now has a huge bald spot. I cried for her beautiful hair. I cried for me. Her mother. Her hairdresser.









Oh, Kate! What a tough kid to not cry much after having that much hair yanked out! It'll grow back soon...
ReplyDeleteOuch! That had to hurt, poor girl :(
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