Saturday, January 28, 2012
A few days ago, I decided to take on the Herculean task of combing the knots out of the hair of a Rapunzel doll that Munchkin got for Christmas. In retrospect, giving a three-year old a doll that has long, golden magic hair was probably a bad idea, because small children have a tendency to ravage the living shit out of their toys, but, hey – the kid likes Rapunzel, so whatever.
I’d run into the doll here and there (since, you know, it too resides in my place of residence) and I would pick it up and kind of fix the hair a little bit and leave it alone because it really wasn’t that bad. Enter Monday afternoon, when I stumbled upon the doll in one of the bedrooms. Only this time, that long, golden hair was FUBAR. Hell, it was FUBAR beyond FUBAR.
Anybody with kids knows that fixing toys is part of the job description, and this definitely needed fixing. So, I grabbed several hair ties and a brush and went to work. It took a combined total of about four hours between two days (because I had hella shit to do) but in the end, I was victorious. There were a couple of minor set-backs: the brush broke twice, and I had to cut two knots out completely, but I did it; I won!