Crazy rushing around trying but never quite succeeding at getting out of the house on time. In other words, a typical morning. It was time to leave 10 minutes ago. Nate is finally dressed, with his hair sticking up like he is a troll doll. This morning, the hair battle must be fought.
"Nate, come here quick. I need to comb your hair."
"Okay...but don't use the water."
"Why not?"
"Because it hurts me."
"The water hurts you? It's just water."
I run my hand under the water and put a few drops on the worst hair offenders.
"Ow. Ow. OW!" He raises his shoulders and pulls down his head like a turtle trying to go back into his shell. That doesn't stop me from putting more water on his head and combing his hair with my fingers.
"There. Much better."
Feet stomp loudly into the kitchen where I hear a drawer open. Nate pulls out a towel. His weapon of choice against the offensive water. He rubs the towel over his face and hair. He once again looks like a troll doll. We load up in the car and head off to preschool, 15 minutes late. Can we call the battle a draw?
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Definately a draw!
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