One night I went to a lady's night out. My husband was out too for some reason and we both ended up home around the same time. When I walked in the house I saw Cassie siting on the living room floor watching or playing a video game. Her hair was neatly brushed and hung in smooth golden waves.
"Wow, who brushed your hair?" I asked her.
Stephanie, my 14 yo came out of the kitchen and admitted to the task.
"I saw a brush and said, 'Cassie, let's take care of this mess' and I brushed it.""Were there tears?"
"Oh yeah, but I tried to be gentle."
From the queen of tangles, this was quite the remark. Takes a sensitive scalped person to deal with a sensitive scalped person I guess.
And after all, I deserve it. I gave my mom such a fuss over my hair. My girls were doomed to inherit the same issues.