Once upon a time there was a wife (we'll call her... Ann) and a husband (we'll call him Dan). They had a couple of children, one of whom was a boy named FrickoSan (he's not a big part of this particular story, as his hair is short and manageable... but now that I think about it, the time his parents spent on his sister's hair really did take away time spent with him) and a little girl (and her name.... Jan) who had beautiful long hair. Ann's mother (um.... Fran?) was the one who cared for Jan's hair, daily combing it and making long, manageable braids out of it. For years the girl's hair grew longer and longer, but thankfully Gramma Fran was there to keep it in order. Her momma Ann knew some of the basics- she knew how to run a brush through it now and again. Mostly Ann just kept it from becoming a huge snarl; Gramma Fran was the true hair management.
One day, Gramma Fran decided that she was going to open a hair salon of her own, and she no longer had the time it took to untangled and manage Jan's super long hair. Ann thought that would be fine, because she knew the basics of brushing hair. For months, Ann would pull her brush through that long hair, but she had a lot of other things going on in her life that needed managing too. Poor Jan's hair became more and more tangled, until finally it was just a giant knot on her head. The hair was too long to manage without the skilled hands of her Gramma, and Ann just didn't have the time to keep it under control.
Things started looking bleaker and bleaker. Ann didn't know what she was going to do about her daughter's hair. It had such potential for being beautiful, but it had gotten so tangled that it was going to take forever to get brushed out and in order again. Ann was torn between longing to have it brushed out (but by whom?) or just shaving it all off... but was shaving her daughter bald really the answer?
Her husband Dan would listen to her worry at night about what a mess the girl's hair had gotten in to. Dan wasn't too worried. He'd seen his wife brush the girl's hair many times throughout the years, and she always seemed to eventually get all of the tangles out. But one day he looked at his daughter and actually understood what his wife had been saying- if things got much worse, his poor daughter would definitely need to have her once beautiful hair shorn off.
Dan had never once brushed his daughter's hair, but he wanted to help. He didn't really think through this situation before he decided he was definitely the one who should save the day. If he would have made a list of some reasons why he was not qualified to be the hero of the situation, it would have looked something like:
Gramma Fran came for a day to give Dan a crash course in french braidery, coiffery, bunnery, de-tanglery, deep conditionery, transfering braided sections from one side of her head to the other, and she also showed him where she stored all of the many styling aids needed for care of such long hair. It took the whole day, but when Gramma Fran left, Jan's hair looked beautiful. Dan felt confident that he had the situation firm in hand.
Later that night, Ann called for Dan to ask him about some new tangles that had just formed in little Jan's hair. Dan was baffled- how could there already be tangles? But he didn't worry too much; he was practically a professional after the time Gramma Fran had spent teaching him her hair moves. Plus it was the weekend, and a few tangles could certainly wait until Monday, so he didn't think much more about it for the next couple of days.
That Monday he grabbed his brush and really looked at Jan's hair closely for the first time in two days. The mass of snarls looked almost as bad as it had before Gramma Fran had done her magic to it. He gingerly tried to run his brush through it, but it seemed as though he was making it even worse.
Dan's heart began to race, and a thought suddenly became very clear to him: I don't know what I am doing! What have I gotten myself into???
One day, Gramma Fran decided that she was going to open a hair salon of her own, and she no longer had the time it took to untangled and manage Jan's super long hair. Ann thought that would be fine, because she knew the basics of brushing hair. For months, Ann would pull her brush through that long hair, but she had a lot of other things going on in her life that needed managing too. Poor Jan's hair became more and more tangled, until finally it was just a giant knot on her head. The hair was too long to manage without the skilled hands of her Gramma, and Ann just didn't have the time to keep it under control.
Things started looking bleaker and bleaker. Ann didn't know what she was going to do about her daughter's hair. It had such potential for being beautiful, but it had gotten so tangled that it was going to take forever to get brushed out and in order again. Ann was torn between longing to have it brushed out (but by whom?) or just shaving it all off... but was shaving her daughter bald really the answer?
Her husband Dan would listen to her worry at night about what a mess the girl's hair had gotten in to. Dan wasn't too worried. He'd seen his wife brush the girl's hair many times throughout the years, and she always seemed to eventually get all of the tangles out. But one day he looked at his daughter and actually understood what his wife had been saying- if things got much worse, his poor daughter would definitely need to have her once beautiful hair shorn off.
Dan had never once brushed his daughter's hair, but he wanted to help. He didn't really think through this situation before he decided he was definitely the one who should save the day. If he would have made a list of some reasons why he was not qualified to be the hero of the situation, it would have looked something like:
- Hadn't even brushed his own hair in years, ever since Ann decided she was better at it and would do it for him.
- Had only ever watched styling of Jan's hair from a safe hazy distance, never actually attempting to do any brushing or styling of it himself.
Gramma Fran came for a day to give Dan a crash course in french braidery, coiffery, bunnery, de-tanglery, deep conditionery, transfering braided sections from one side of her head to the other, and she also showed him where she stored all of the many styling aids needed for care of such long hair. It took the whole day, but when Gramma Fran left, Jan's hair looked beautiful. Dan felt confident that he had the situation firm in hand.
Later that night, Ann called for Dan to ask him about some new tangles that had just formed in little Jan's hair. Dan was baffled- how could there already be tangles? But he didn't worry too much; he was practically a professional after the time Gramma Fran had spent teaching him her hair moves. Plus it was the weekend, and a few tangles could certainly wait until Monday, so he didn't think much more about it for the next couple of days.
That Monday he grabbed his brush and really looked at Jan's hair closely for the first time in two days. The mass of snarls looked almost as bad as it had before Gramma Fran had done her magic to it. He gingerly tried to run his brush through it, but it seemed as though he was making it even worse.
Dan's heart began to race, and a thought suddenly became very clear to him: I don't know what I am doing! What have I gotten myself into???
~The End~
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