This really happened!!

Poor Chloe! Tuesday night Brad took Chloe to a cub scouts thing and so Ezra and I were on our own. Wednesday night I had YW so I took Ezra and Brad and Chloe were on their own. Thursday night I had RS so Brad kept both kids and I was on my own! After about 1.5 hours of RS fun and service I came home to have Brad meet me at the back door with a look of disbelief and concern on his face. I figured he was cooked after 3 nights of playing Mr. Mom.

"Are both kids in bed?"

Brad says, "umm...Ezra is actually and Chloe is still sitting on the couch where you left her."

Then he started to tell the tale that every girl learns at one point or another. The tale of the 25 cent comb and the tragic part of the tale where every girls learns that you can never, ever twist or curl those combs in your hair cuz...they get stuck!
So Poor Brad. This is what he had to deal with the entire time I was gone. Kiddingly, he said to me," I'll bet you'll never leave the kids home with me again!" Actually, he did get EZ to sleep without me nursing him so that was awesome and he spent 1.5 hours actually making progress on getting this comb out so that was awesome, too. He had the big chunks in front freed by my arrival. The first thing they did was a have a prayer to stay calm and figure things out. He is a fantastic Dad.
I will admit, I laughed pretty hard. It was funny to see. By the time I got home Brad had the little scissors waiting for me to just "do the job" and cut her hair. I wasn't about to leave my sweet 3 year old with a hole of missing hair atop her head so I laughed a little more. Hugged her. Appreciated B-rad. And then got some tweazers and started removing one strand of hair at a time and then I'd stop and just be stumped and think I really should cut this because it isn't going anywhere, but then it finally did go somewhere...like out!

And now, aside from a wad of loose hairs that fell out after the comb came out, our beautiful Bluebird is back "comb free". And if you ask her about it she'll say, "I was just trying to look like a princess and curl my hair. I will never do that again." We asked her where she did this and she showed us over behind the curtain on the stair window. Apparently this is her thinking place and a place she gets herself looking like a princess.

So, the next day we dressed her up as a pirate!