Took the kids to the childminder on the way to work today. My lovely wife had already dressed the little scamps, I was left with the task of fashioning their hair into styles accepted by the outside world.
Probably not even a task for most, women especially it seems. So as I stared at the brush, the spray and two of my daughters I couldn't help but pity them as I pulled from one of only two styles I'm capable of achieving.
These are either a single pony tail which screams "I have no mother!!!" or some 70's style Charlie's Angel- esque do. I don't know why but as I pull the brush through their hair it seemingly inflates, I can only hope for their sake the 70's are in as when I offered to put a bobble in the hair of the older (4) of the two girls she said "no!" as though I'd asked if she wanted me to throw her off a cliff, she obviously wants to appear as though she has a mother even if this mother obviously has an affinity for 1970's Americana.
My 6 month old son on the other hand was no problem, in 2 minutes I had given him a "comb over" which gave me pause to remark "you'll be beating off the girl babies with a stick son, yes you will!" he smiled as I thought he probably will, since he's yet to walk or crawl and pulling hair and striking people seem to be his favoured form of communication.
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