they both come in clumps

The tub has been draining more and more slowly over the past few weeks. So with a heavy heart, I take off the drain cover. I don't even need a flashlight or a snake. I just reach in and pull out and pull out and pull out a mass of hair which finally reveals itself to be about the size of a baseball.

"What is that?" the six-year-old asks, properly horrified.

I look at all the long, long hairs making up the wretched clump and even in its state of semi-putrifaction it's clear that once upon a time the hairs had been a golden blonde.

"That," I sigh, "is love."

Why, just look at all that golden blonde love, simply biding its time.

Comments

[sarah]

So, so true.

[Karen Edmisten]

There is indeed a LOTTA love at your house.

[maria]

You are a REAL daddy. :)

(as oppossed to those that complain and make people feel bad that their hair clogs the drains.....God bless you)

[Don D]

In our house it's love...with a little Barbie thrown in.

[Mitziqbarnes]

Hilarious! We just experienced this (again) this week.