Gum+hair=peanutbutter

Yesterday was quite an eventful day at our house. You know with the rat and all.

But that was not the only excitement we had. We are a happenin' bunch. That's how we roll.

While I was putting clothes away, the darn laundry fairy took the weekend off, I walked by the bathroom just in time to see R2 wetting his hair and then he asked me to cut his bangs.

Whoa, stop right there. Did my son just ask me to cut his bangs? RED FLAG! STOP AND LOOK!

So I ask him why he wants me to cut his bangs and then I see it.

GUM!

Yes the dreaded gum in the hair. And no not just a little bit but a wad of it. I asked him if this is why he wanted me to cut his bangs and he said yes. He even took out my hair trimming scissors and comb and had them laid out on the bathroom counter.

As I drug him down the hallway, telling him to never cut his own hair, I had a vision of my youth when I took the scissors and cut my cowlick off. Right down to the scalp. And the beating that soon came afterward when my mother found out.

So instead of the beating, I tortured him peanut butter. Peanut butter in his hair.

For the next 15 minutes I worked the peanut butter into his hair like a hairdresser does with a good deep conditioner.

Oh the cries of pain and torture I heard. He was not a happy camper at all.

The entire time I working the gooey stuff into his hair I am telling him that he is grounded from gum and there better not be a next time when I have to do this again. And he better not go and try to cut his hair to hide it from me.

I finally decided I have gotten out most of it and it's off to the bath. I scrub his head with grape smelling hair wash. I know go figure from peanut butter smell to grape smell. After he is dried off, I take a good look at his hair and I realized I got all of the gum out.

I think it could always be worse. But I will always remember to keep stock in Tylenol, band aids, and peanut butter.

Oh and this time I got the picture!