My Hair

Isaak wanted to "Do Mom's hair." He had the mirror, bush, comb, spray bottle and a hair thing out in the living room. He was all smiley. So eager to do my hair.

Mica came walking out into the room and Isaak said, "Whatever you do, don't brush Mom's hair! You don't know what you are doing."

I have to say that Isaak's much more gentle with, "Doing Mom's hair." than Mica is.

Isaak just doesn't know when to stop with the squirt bottle. I had water dripping from my head. He sprays super close to my head.

Afterwards I feel a little like I've been to the swimming pool; instead of getting my hair done.

Regardless it makes Isaak happy, which makes me happy.

Mica thought my hair needed bows, lots of bows.

The next night Isaak wanted to, "Do Dad's hair." He really wanted to cut it. He even drew a line with his finger as to where he'd cut it off. We of course wouldn't let him cut it.