Doing My Daughter's Hair

Having observed many many Sunday mornings of doing our daughters' hair and being slightly behind this morning, I decided to do our baby girl's hair while my wife did our older girl's hair. I sprayed a little bit of water on her head and started brushing. Feeling satisfied, I picked her up and finished getting her ready for church. Scarcely had I done so when my wife gasped. She looked as if she'd just seen Frankenstein's monster and remarked, "What did you do to her hair?" Then, to pour salt in the wound, she started laughing at me. In fact, whenever she looked over at our baby girl throughout the morning at church, she would snicker. That certainly drove the message home that I am incompetent when it comes to girls' hair. So much for trying to be helpful.