Bristly Brush

This is a brush.   

Yep, it’s a brush, alrightey!

                                                                        A bristly brush.

Yup, it’s a bristly brush, fer sure.

Know how it feels to lay down on a bristly brush??

I do!!   I do it every night!

I somehow conveniently forgot this part about being bald- it starts to grow out!     Then, suddenly all the glory is gone!       {Uh, yeah, I whacked off my hair again, right before we moved into our newest place.     I was sweating overtime!!       I needed a summer haircut!}

This is my head on brush, a bristly brush.

My head on brush. Yee-ouch!!

Photo credit to DD1.     Thanks honey, for helping!!

The hair on my head is soft, and fine, when it’s grown out.          When it’s 1/4 inch short, you could mistake it for the wire bristles of a grill brush!!

Pat my head, and it feels like thousands of millions, of tiny, tiny, finest gauge needles poking me in the scalp!!

And PPJr loves to do that!        Both to me, and DD1.             I know toddlers love to explore textures, so we enjoy watching her face, and listening to her giggles!!         The pain of the millions of pin pricks, not so much!  

Then, when she picks up the self-same brush, and tries to brush my hair, with the backside, my heart melts!!    

Does she ever!!

 She.is.so.adorable!!              When she tries to brush her own hair, and has the brush turned correctly, and it gets tangled, suddenly all smiles are off!!          Her pain is not bearable!!         I get that naughty hair brush outta there, ASAP!!

All smiles restored, time to go back to “brushing” my head, and the whole routine begins again……..