Picasso Meets Toddlers & Tiaras: Part 2
You can read Part 1 of this story here.
When we were mentally preparing for the start of interferon and daily injections, Bo, a fellow Little Warrior’s dad informed us that chocolate actually has some analgesic properties and can really help take a bit of the pain away during unpleasant procedures.
Extracting twenty-four torture devices wrapped securely around every strand of my daughter’s long, thick, curly hair qualified as an “unpleasant procedure”. Luckily, I had a hankering for chocolate chip cookies the night before and as she is screaming and I am hyperventilating I suddenly remembered that fact. “RACHAEL! Do you want a cookie?!!” She stops wailing and blinks at me. It is 7:15 in the morning and mama does not give cookies out before lunch. “Really?” she intones incredulously. “YES! I HAVE COOKIES! I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!!” Not only did the surprise of a cookie in the morning shock her tears away but they were so delicious that she couldn’t possibly cry while eating them. So, one by one, I slowly worked those demonic instruments of pain out of her hair. Anytime I pulled a little hard or one was particularly stubborn and she would squinch up her face and start to make a squeal I would say, “Have another bite!” She made it through two cookies. They were big cookies.
Now, I did manage to get a picture of this but Rachael is getting older now and apparently putting unflattering (albeit incredibly cute) pictures of her on the internet is somehow not appreciated. I promised her up and down that I would NOT show ANYONE that picture. And I intend to keep that promise because one day when she is a teenager I want her to believe me when I promise to not freak out when she tells me something awful like she really does like peas. BUT, I did manage to find a picture that is disarmingly close to the real thing…
It’s uncanny. Really.
But then I brushed it out and the most amazing thing happened. It looked absolutely stunning. She had the big, beautiful, well defined curls and it was just exactly the look I was hoping to achieve. Rachael looks at herself and says, “That was almost worth it!” No Rachael. No, there are not enough cookies in the world to make that even close to worth it you brave, insane child. Back to the drawing board.
To be continued….