We were relaxing after a long week. I reached to scratch the back of my head. My fingers flowed freely through my long brown hair until I reached a spot about six inches above my neck. I touched a fuzzy clump of hair the size of a silver dollar. It was flat and tangled in a dreadlocked knot. As my fingers explored I discovered that this main hair clump branched into tributaries and veins of tangled mess. I asked my wife for help.
"Everyone girl learns this lesson when she is seven." she said laughing and brushing violently through the tangles. "I have a pixie cut in my second grade picture because my mom followed through with her threats. When is the last time you brushed your hair?"
I have not brushed my hair in the two or three years that I have been letting it grow out. I certainly will now, maybe daily. It was an embarrassing and slightly painful experience to need my wife to brush the tangles from my hair. At least she enjoyed it. Uncle Mike had mentioned to her just yesterday that he uses a Detangling spray on his hair, before he brushes it.
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