What is the point of having a daughter if she won’t let you do her hair? Every time I try and put The Munch’s Mullet into a ponytail or pigtails, she rips them out within in seconds. What kind of girl doesn’t want her hair looking fabulous? Forget the fact that I haven’t cut my hair in two years and wash it bi-monthly, never mind that I wouldn’t let my mom brush my hair even till this day… where does The Munch get this resistance from having her hair done?

Because of her consistent rejection and this strange inexplicable urge of mine, I decided that I needed to do her baby doll’s hair. I admit this was bizarre behavior on my part because playing with dolls was never something I was into. I was much more of a GI Joe type of girl in my youth. So needless to say, once I undid the dolly’s hair for me to brush it, I realized things were a lot more complicated than I had originally thought. For one, her hair was a total mess and I could not get a comb through it. Then, The Much kept taking her dolly away because she wanted to play with it.

“No Munch…. Give me the baby doll…. Mama needs to do her hair!”

Yeah… so that did not go over well. But now her the dolly’s hair looked insane, and I had to fix it.

I had to wrestle the doll out of The Munch’s hands, and do my best to make her hair look presentable. Maybe I should just stick to doing my own hair…
This baby doll’s hair is seriously demented

“No Ma! Leave us alone! I wanna play with my baby doll!”

“See Munch, isn’t that better? Don’t you want to be next? Please!”