Why do you need to brush my hair?

My husband normally gets the kids to school. He’s cracked the morning routine (including an alarm for shoes on, which seems to have solved that insanity), but for the hair.

My daughter is not keen on brushing her hair and tying it back.

One evening, my husband asked if he could practice. It triggered an unexpected nuclear reaction. She flat out refused and went into melt down. This then escalated to me declaring that we would need to get it cut if dad wasn’t able to practice.

To my surprise, she agreed… and went to get the scissors.

This presented the parenting quandary of the follow through.

I started rolling up my sleeves

This isn’t as unprecedented as it sounds. Living on a farm, we didn’t go into town much when I was growing up, so my father used to cut our hair. This worked ok for the boys (I don’t think there was a bowl used but I can’t be sure), however, it was less of an option for us girls. So I took over. Mum and Dad seemed happy but my sisters have been a bit more reserved.

However, that night, my husband bravely intervened to deactivate the situation. He suggested that we both might want to go to the hairdressers.

What, wait, is that feedback?