Can You Help Me?

Sigh........

Sometimes I wonder about how my children will fair in the world by themselves someday. I worry that I'm not teaching them all the little things they need to know to survive and succeed. You know, common sense things like, using a pot holder when taking something out of the oven, or if you pick it, it will bleed. That type of stuff. Things that should be common sense, but maybe isn't.

Becky, who is now 13, came to me night before last and said, "Mom, can you help me?"

I said, "Sure, just a minute. My show is almost over. Then I will help you."

I was sitting in the dark in my bedroom watching "The Walking Dead," so I couldn't see her at all as she proceeded to sit down on the floor right outside my bedroom. She sat there quietly, patiently, waiting for me to help her.

When my show was over, I called her in. "OK, what do you need help with?" I asked somewhat annoyed.

When she walked into the room and turned on the light, I busted out laughing. I couldn't help it. There she stood, head hung, with a comb stuck in her hair! The hair all around the comb was frayed and fuzzy and twisted. It was obvious that she'd been trying to get it out herself for quite some time.

To make a long story short, she had twirled the comb in her hair about a half hour before asking for my help. She had been in her room all that time trying to get it out, only to make it much worse. I though we were going to have to cut it out. It was so tangled, my poor, blinded eyes couldn't make heads nor tails of it. Mike was no help, either. He was either laughing or suggesting to cut it out. "There's no other way," he kept saying.

Between my laughter and tears (I laughed so hard it brought tears to my eyes!) I managed to get it out with the help of another comb. Carefully, little by little, I was able to comb the snarled mess out of the stuck comb.

Becky was not happy with all the laughing, and I believe I've been warned NOT to put the story on Facebook or else something bad will happen, but she didn't say anything about my blog. So, here's the story, in its entirety, for your entertainment. Laugh if you must, as I'm sure you will, but whatever you do, don't put it on Facebook!