My daughter once got a comb so entangled in her own hair, that after I gave up, I took her to a local salon. Each stylist gave it a try and each failed. Not wanting to cut a very large portion of hair from her head, a friend offered to try. She did lose some hair, but my friend managed to save most of it.
Having traded in my own pair of combat boots for our first pair of baby booties, my husband still laces up his boots daily for Uncle Sam while I manage our troupe of dancers at home. Home is where the Air Force sends us, but we pray that our final assignment is in Heaven.
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ReplyDeleteWhat my husband had to do to my comb to get it out of my hair thanks to the styling expertise of a certain 4 year old. Only one hair lost!
ReplyDeleteMy daughter once got a comb so entangled in her own hair, that after I gave up, I took her to a local salon. Each stylist gave it a try and each failed. Not wanting to cut a very large portion of hair from her head, a friend offered to try. She did lose some hair, but my friend managed to save most of it.
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