After the peanut butter was a failure, I went with the advice of my mom and cousin - A LOT OF CONDITIONER. Now, we had a mixture of Pantene and peanut butter; an interesting smell to say the least. Oh, and through all of this my daughter made herself lunch by eating the peanut butter from the jar! Ugh!
It just kept getting worse.
Charlie was determined not to have to cut her hair. The comb was stuck so close to her scalp that cutting it would result in a really short style which I could tell in his book was not an option.
I must say, she was a real trooper. She only complained a couple of times and never once cried.
In the end, we had to cut a small amount of hair. I am sure you are assuming with scissors, right? Nope, we are the house of a butcher...
You got it, one of his knives...
It was quite the process. He was ever so careful, using precise technique to minimize the amount of hair that would have to be cut. He did a great job. It really just looks like she has had some breakage from bobby pins or ponytail holders. I don't think anyone will ever notice. I was more than impressed!
It took quite a bit of washing to get everything out. When he was finished he told her never to allow her brothers near her hair again. She just smiled with a little twinkle in her eye and said, "Daddy!"
Just another day!