OH HOW I USED TO HATE IT

When I was a little girl I remember when my mom would come into the family room where I was playing with my toys and say "alright dayna, time for your bath"

I would immediately jump up and run to the bath tub. I loved bath time! I remember splashing and singing and playing with the bubbles (I always had to have bubbles in my tub!) and not wanting to get out.I dreaded getting out.

I HATED getting out.

But truthfully, not totally because I loved the bath tub that much, it was just because I knew what was next.

I hated what was next!

My mom would wash me off in a towel, get me dressed, and thenshe would try to comb my hair!

I hated it!

She would try to distract me by saying "when it hurts, just say 'hippopotamus' and I will stop" well, at that age

WHO CAN SAY HIPPOPOTAMUS!

So I would try and try and couldn't say it and I would just cry and throw a big tantrum.Well, finally as I grew up my mom just learned to not comb my hair at all and so I would walk around with nappy snarls but I wouldn't care.

I had won.

So tonight I was giving Gabe his bath. I toweled him off and got him dressed just like my mom used to do to me and then I realized his hair was getting longer. It is getting so long in fact that I might need to brush it!

So I went to grab the brush...but then I stopped

because I saw this

I just couldn't bring myself to brush through it!

I LOVE THE CURLS!

So, Gabe, I know it wouldn't be as bad for you as it was for me, but

YOU WERE SAVED BY THE CURLS!