I've tried every known method to straighten it, both with heat and chemicals. I've had the worst afro you've ever seen and the straighest, craziest nightmare as well.
Since the release of the professional-grade flat irons into the consumer market, I thought -- yet again -- that there might be a straight hair or two in my future.
This weekend I purchased a professional-grade flat iron.
After about 20 minutes of blowdrying, brushing and scorching my hair, it was actually straight. And it didn't look half bad.
About the time I was finished primping my new, straight hair, the ball-of-fire two-year old woke from his nap. I tiptoed in his room, clicked on the light and walked over to his crib to surprise him.
He looked at me for a minute and then... he started laughing! Like a loon, I might add. He jumped up and started bouncing in his crib, yelling, "Momma's hair stick up, momma's hair stick up." All while laughing his maniacle straight-hair-hating laugh.
I immediately washed it and let it curl again.
I was rewarded when I went back down stairs to see the fruit of my womb. He patted my curly hair and said, "Pretty hair, momma."
I've been manipulated by a toddler.
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