I didn’t give my five-year-old daughter’s refusal to cut her hair much thought until she stated that she wanted to leave it long for her “real daddy.” My heart skipped a beat as I heard those words. To whom was she referring? Was there another person in my wife’s life that I was unaware of?
It was a typical parenting incident that you hear about but hope never to experience yourself.
Gum remaining in her mouth, Lily had slept off on the couch on a movie night. It was too late by the time Sara and I located her.
Her hair was a hopeless mess of gum.
We experimented with peanut butter, ice, and even that odd vinegar method we found online.
We realized then that the only thing we could do was to cut her hair.
Sara, holding the comb, knelt next to Lily.
