This is what I had to look forward to brushing through yesterday... man, that girl can toss and turn in her sleep. Admittedly, I got Sassy dressed, brushed her teeth, and left the hair to be dealt with later... well... because I didn't want to deal with it. Needless to say, when the time came, a battle ensued. Eventually, I won, but not without a few bumps and bruises (to the eardrums, as least)...


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To this issue, I am pretty thankful that I have boys. I can recall my mother just ripping through my hair as a child. And those were the eighties, so it ended up in one of those super-tight ponytails way up at the top of my head. I keep Brandon's head shaved and he doesn't even have a brush.
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