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Untangling my Daughter’s Hair was Knot Fun

“This is going to sound kind of weird, but you should try peanut butter.” Ah-ok. Yes, I’ve tried peanut butter. No, this wasn’t for some interesting noodle recipe. Or even a suggestion for a tasty way to top a hamburger (which I’ve never tried, but have heard is oddly delicious). This was the advice I received as a way to get that stubborn, painful, pain-in-the-ass tangle out of my daughter’s hair. My wife was not as surprised as I was about this helpful hint. “Sure,” she said, “that’s how you get gum out of your hair. I’ve never heard about it for tangles, though.” But this thing had gotten out of control. I figured worst case scenario, it turns into a giant mess, Penny screams a lot, but we all do it as a family and laugh about it later (probably later that night, once the kids are in bed).
So we gave it a go. Even though we were instructed to put the PB on dry hair, we put her in the tub with some water doing our best to keep her hair dry. We were looking ahead to cleanup. (I guess we could have put her in crappy clothes & a smock. But we didn’t. We did it this way. What do we know from peanut buttering our kid’s head?) Allie put the PB in. I would have used more; to each his own.
The peanut butter is going in. Let's hope this works!
The peanut butter is going in. Let’s hope this works!
Then Allie “let” me take over with the actual detangling. I guess I’d have to say the PB trick worked, but not exactly like gangbusters. It was sticky, tedious work. I didn’t bother with a comb or brush, just using my fingers to unknot and untangle the rat’s nest of hair. Since Penny was in the tub and I was not, she kept moving away from my already awkward position. So the whole thing was KILLING my back. And she was, as predicted, screaming. I got the toughest of the knots out & decided Penny had had enough; I’d had enough; it was time to move on.
The knots are starting to come out.
The knots are starting to come out.
The next phase of this project involved an absolute shitload of conditioner. (“Shitload” is a technical term found in the fine print of the hair conditioner bottle, in the section titled “Only in Emergencies.”) Her hair fully conditioned, I used a comb that had a lot of space between the teeth. I started combing from the bottom & worked my way up, as Allie instructed me to do. There was still a good deal of squirming & whining, but not much screaming. I continued to use my fingers to get out the trickiest tangles and we made good progress. Distracting Penny with a TV show & a lollipop helped. Taking it to the next level, she even let me move on to a different comb with smaller teeth.
Holy shit, it was done! And “only” an hour or so after we spread peanut butter on my daughter’s head. There was not a tangle to be seen. What a friggin relief! My wife, near tears (of joy), planted a big kiss on me. “I thought we were going to have to cut it off!” she exclaimed with a sigh. I took the praise and the kiss happily. But we agreed that the girl needed a haircut & we had to comb her hair EVERY day, probably twice a day. Even Penny agreed.
Ready for a new do!
Ready for a new do!
We got her haircut. We got a special brush called the Knot Genie. (Good stuff, Knot Genie.) She’s even brushing her own hair now, with either Allie or I getting the missed spots. Its become as regular and necessary a part of the morning ritual as brushing her teeth.
No haircut for little man. He's just enjoying the ride.
No haircut for little man. He’s just enjoying the ride.
I know that it should not have taken this crisis situation to make hair brushing a regular habit, but what can I say? That’s what it took. This is a terrible excuse, but good God, Penny was just such a pain in the ass about it! I’d try to brush her hair, she’d scream. I’d insist, but I knew I was hurting her and, ugh, the whole process just sucked. So I’d skip a day or two. Or a week. Whatever. Eventually, her hair would get too bad to ignore and I’d struggle through it. And it would be horrible, but I’d get the worst of the knots out. Then, we’d repeat the process. But after this whole sticky, messy, painful for everyone process of detangling, I vow to comb my kid’s hair daily & never let this happen again.
I really should probably bathe her more, though.
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  1. Things to remember when the Dashing Daughter’s hair starts getting long.

    FYI – a friend defined “a shitload” as the amount of cheese it takes to keep you stopped up for a week.

    • admin admin

      Dashing Dad – you just have to stay on top of it. Brush at least (preferably twice) a day.

      FYI, that is way too much cheese.

  2. Isabella Isabella

    OMG! Whenever I try to comb or brush my sister’s hair she screams so loud that I don’t even want to comb it anymore! My parents don’t want to even cut it because they did that to mine and my really good curls turned into waves. I guess I should leave the combing to parents… Also, you can put peanut butter if you want to remove gum from you hair to, in case you didn’t know that.

    • admin admin

      Isabella, the PB thing was pretty gross. I hope I don’t have revisit it. But, yes, I knew about the gum thing. I think that’s where I got the idea (though it was a long time ago, so who can remember!?).

      • Isabella Isabella

        Haha.. you can shampoo the hair and wash your hands after..

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