The Great Brush Swap

Sometime, perhaps about six months ago or so, I noticed that my brush kept being left not where it belonged.  On the window sill, on the little shelf thingie, on the back of the toilet (ew!).  Well, turned out my little guy had decided that he actually wanted to start brushing his hair (I know, I should be happy) and the perfect tool for such an activity turned out to be my brush.  I don't share personal items well, it's a fact, and as a well-known germaphobe I didn't really want it back, so I gave him the darn thing. 

Fast forward to this week.


Me:  "You still using my brush?"

Little guy:  "Yeah."

Me:  "Oh."

Little guy:  "Why?"

Me:  "I think I'm going to buy a new brush?"

Little guy:  "You haven't brushed your hair since you gave me yours?!?!"

Me:  "No, and it's getting seriously tangly."


So off to Target Dave and I went...for something else, not a brush.


Me:  "I think I'm gonna get a brush."

Dave:  "Where's the brush you used to have?"

Me:  "Little guy has it."

Dave:  "You can have mine."  OK, I had to breathe through this generosity, but decided that Dave hair always smells great, so I could relax and take him up on his offer.


So, what does curly hair that has not been brushed in about six months look like once it's been brushed out?  Well, the tangles were basically ripped out and what hair stayed in got really, really BIG...just as a Texas gal's should.

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