A Sticky Situation

It was a nice Sunday afternoon. Tummy's were full from a yummy dinner with the family, a baby boy and his dad were taking an afternoon nap, the big sister was watching a movie with me on the couch, and the middle child was next door visiting grandma and grandpa. All of the sudden a beeping sound is heard in a distant room. It sounds like a cell phone. Oh, it couldn't be......no one texts me except for my family, and I just saw them 20 minutes ago. Oh wait, there is another beep. I go to investigate, and I have two pictures waiting for me. My thoughts.......Kourt must be making silly faces next door again, they probably just sent me a picture of it. Oh, how I was wrong!

Exhibit A, sent by Wesley:

I text Wesley back, saying I'm confused what the picture is all about. Then I check the next picture waiting on my phone......

Exhibit B, sent by Kaitlin:

As soon as I look at the second picture, Wesley texts me back saying its silly putty stuck in Kourt hair and they are going to have to cut it out.

Well, not if I have anything to do about it. I wake Jeremy up enough to tell him I'm going next door, tell Lexi to stay put on the couch, grab my flip-flops and camera, and head next door.

I walk in to my parents living room and found the following:

Kourt was in tears and quite upset. My mom and sisters had already been working on getting the silly putty out of her hair. The were putting ice on it to try and help. Here is a picture from my mom's camera right after it got stuck:

Poor Kourt had me, both of my sisters, and my parents all working on her hair. The ice just seemed to make the situation worse, so we moved into the dining room to try peanut butter. Kourt was hysterical by this point, so I just held her while my sisters went to work.

She did not want peanut butter in her hair at all. My mom suggested that we google it to find another alternative. Kourt heard this, and cried "I don't want you to google my hair!" (I don't think she has a clue what google even is.)

My dad kept saying over and over that we were going to have to cut it out. I was not having any of that......we WERE NOT cutting her hair no matter how long it took.

So, despite Kourt's cries, we dumped on the peanut butter and got to work. Except, we only had chunky peanut butter. Some of us (Megan and Kaitlin) were more gentle than others (DAD), but eventually we got it out bit by tiny little bit. I'm not kidding when I say it took over an hour. It was really stuck in her hair all the way to the scalp.

After all the silly putty was out, she had a head full of nutty hair.

Kourt got to wash her hair in grandma's kitchen sink,

wrap a towel on her head "like a big girl",

and use grandpa's brush to brush her hair.

And, no scissors were involved so that made mom very happy!

THE END