Tonight I was trying to cook us some dinner. It's Sunday, and so that means I have taken the obligatory weekly shower and let my hair air dry. Scott must have noticed how the steam from the food was blowing my hair up like a balloon, because he informs me, "Man Kels, your hair is really frizzy right now!" I reply that it's Sunday night and that I shouldn't even have to wear clothes if I don't feel like it; I'm quite sassy on Sunday nights. I return to the food, and he disappears somewhere.
I kid you not, a few minutes later, I feel a brush being pulled through my hair.
I guess the mane was just too much for poor Scotty.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. The kid has such good, hurtful intentions. ;)
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