This is why I only let the kids brush my hair late at night, and only if I am not going anywhere or expecting anybody to stop by for the rest of the night.
Brett walked in the room and exclaimed, “Whoa! New hairdo?”
Yes, it is the Marsha Brady…only frizzier.
So the kids are starting to catch on just a little bit that brushing my hair is not a privilege. They used to fight over who got to do it and now they ask me how much it is worth. Good thing they still think a couple of dimes is worth ten minutes of their time.
Tonight Luca said, “Mom, I think I brush your hair the best, Lincoln rubs your feet the best, and Anna rubs your back the best.”
I said, “Hmmm, you might be right. I should probably have you all do it at the same time so I will know for sure.” I think she bought it. I will try to slip it into tomorrow night’s bedtime routine.
Brett found out before we were married how much I love my feet rubbed and my hair brushed. I can’t think of another way to win me over more than those two things.
The first time we watched a movie together (I think our second date), he rubbed my feet for the ENTIRE movie. It was Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. I will always love that show. I knew that night that I had found “the one”.
Luckily in eleven years of marriage he still doesn’t mind when I prop my feet up on his lap for some attention, or when I lean into him while we watch a movie in the “please play with my hair” pose.
*About the picture: It was 11pm and I had already taken my makeup off and it is black and white because my eyes were so read from my contacts. And yes, my freckles really pop out in the summertime.
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