Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Weaving the Infusiloom



My daughter has this curly hair that knots and ties more than a Boy Scout on a fishing trip. I try to be gentle, but before the brush even hits her head, she screams like Tom Cruise at a Scientology convention.

My husband, on the other hand, has this brilliant ability to take the "Papa brush" and smoothe out the ringlets. She smiles and coos and winks at herself in the mirror like the little narcissist that she is.

I'd like to give Rex props - that he's just an amazing father who has that special touch with his little firecracker. But unfortunately, the sad truth is that, after so many years of watching Star Trek, the Borg has finally entered his I.T. spine. While touching my little howler, he is somehow transferring his alien voo-doo, rendering my traditional hell-cat into a helpless little kitten. Poor Rex might be off duty a few months as he's forced into the decontamination chamber for a virus update.

I'll keep you posted.


7 comments:

Jamie Willow said...

resistance is futile!

liv said...

rex got a sexy ass. tell him to shake it for me next time! (hee hee)

xoxo

Chris said...

THAT, my friend, is priceless. lol.

Monnik said...

Ha! screaming like Tom Cruies at a Scientology convention.

Funny stuff! :)

meno said...

Daddies have magic hands. (Ahem)

Gretchen said...

Saucy minx!

Susie Q said...

Oh Daddy! Now THAT is one good lookin' Daddy...and your little 'us is a doll. Priceless picture.