My girls are now 8 and 5. I have gotten to the point where I no longer micromanage bath time. I occasionally stick my head in to make sure they are cleaning what they are supposed to be cleaning, and not flooding the bathroom. Mostly they are fine, but this past time they bathed together, not fine.
Somehow they got the idea to play toilet paper bride in the shower. They make veils out of the toilet paper, and pretend they are brides. They didn't realize the toilet paper would dissolve when it hit the water. Little pieces of toilet paper were stuck in their hair.
Now, for those that don't know me personally, my girls' hair is the curliest of curly. I should further add, I use Deva Curl's No-Poo, which is more of a conditioner specially designed to care for curls.
My eldest tried to wash out the toilet paper with the No-Poo. This had disastrous results. It basically made a paper mache of little toilet paper bits that clung to their curls.
My older daughter came down the stairs, towel on her head, crying. "You are going to be mad at me" she said.
"What did you do, did you cut it?" I asked.
"No" she sobbed.
"Did you dye it?"
"No" with extra sobbing now.
At this point I thought, it can't be so bad if those more permanent options have been ruled out. I went over to her and snatched off the towel, to reveal her white encrusted curls. She wouldn't tell me what it was despite my prodding and repeated inquires. Then the little one pokes her had down the stairs and I see that there has been a second victim. The little one pipes up "It's toilet paper!" Lovely.
I proceed to try to comb it out. It's not really working. I figure it will be easier if it's dry, so I send them to bed.
The next morning, we work on it, and get some of it out, but each and every individual curl is encrusted in white. My daughters fight us as we attempt to brush it out, and this is taking a lot of time and it's soon to be time for school. My eldest got sent to school with half of her hair still encased in white toilet paper mache. (At least we know what to do for the next crazy hair day!)
I continue to work on the little one, who is not yet in school. I get the idea to flat iron it. Thankfully this worked beautifully. Once her hair is straightened, the little white flakes brush out fairly easily. She was very pleased with her new do.
Meanwhile, at school, the second grade teachers are quite concerned with this new hairdo. They discuss it with her, and she refuses to tell them what it actually is, out of embarrassment. She doesn't know that what they are thinking is actually far worse. The child gets sent to the school nurse for more questioning. I can only imagine what the nurse thinks. She does some more work on the rat's nest of hair and toilet paper, and does a fairly thorough job.
When the bus arrives, I am please to see I don't have too much left to do on her head. This is a good thing, because it is time for dance recital dress rehearsal. Of course these things always happen on days when they are going to be getting pictures of them taken.
So the moral of the story is do not play toilet paper bride in the tub. And don't use conditioning, non-sulfate shampoo to try to wash any foreign objects out of curly hair.
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