A hair brush. I have two little girls who sometimes (way less frequent than I expected from daughters) agree to brush my hair. Unfortunately, there is rarely a brush handy. If I send them for the brush, a singing mermaid fairy barbie with detachable hair will lure them in and the brush will be forgotten. Sometimes, I jump up in search of the brush, and return screeching to a halt, brush in hand like I'm a dog ready to play fetch. I get a few unenthusiastic strokes, and the fun is over. I try to make it more enticing, "pretend you are the hairstylist and I am going to pay you." Three more strokes. A half stroke...
"Money please!"
A side note: Alice is very interested in causing pain to others in innocent ways. I get really violent brushing from her, and she'll ask, "Does that hurt you, mama?" When I say "yes!" She'll say, "I'm sorry" and give it to me twice as rough as the first time. Hmmmm.
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alice makes me laugh...
So....
We had a hairbrush tethered. NO LIE! My dad, father of six girls mind you, chained a hairbrush to the wall in the bathroom.
There were a lot of missing hair brushes in that house... but not that one. It's still there.
If you want my dad to hook you up....
haha, this reminded me of when I worked at the Boeing Family center with 2 year olds. When those kids try to tickle you it seems to always be on the back and it always feels good. So I'd ask them to tickle me and pretend I couldn't stand it just so that they'd be delighted and keep going. Now I'm starting to do it with David. lol.
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