The Comb

Brylee happened to take a long 3 hour refreshing nap on this particular day. Which meant she was not tired at bedtime. We put the boys to sleep and Bryan was in bed which gave me some Brylee time. Just us.

I love to have my hair brushed.....she told me she would brush it if I gave her a google dollars. We settled on a piece of candy.

She kept asking me does it hurt are you sure....nope not at all.

"Mama I think it is stuck." yep I agreed. A few minutes later when I could not get the very stuck comb out of my hair I decided to wake Brett up because I knew Bryan had to work early the next morning. Brett had not such gentle hands. Brylee insisted that it did not look that bad. I had to wake Bryan up. He tried for a few minutes and told me I had to find a girl to do this kind of work. Ummmm hello the only girl in the house was Brylee you know the one who put the comb in my hair. He thought cutting it out was a good idea. No thanks! I try to untangle it myself again. It is really stuck. I tell Bryan he is my only hope. He gets up for the second time and tells me hold still and not ask what he is using. Good thing I had no idea he was using a steak knife to cut the comb out of my hair don't think I would of gone for that idea.

An hour later and I am free of the green comb. My sweet Brylee says "Don't worrry Mama I didn't really like that comb Daddy cut."

Thanks for combing my hair Brylee!