Something horrible happened today. I was sitting in my comfortable semi-ergonomic black leather office chair - that I got for free when a bank I used to work for got rid of their old furniture - when my eldest daughter stomped out of the bathroom (powder room?) behind me and sniffled. Then, with a mostly audible wail, she complained about her hair not cooperating with whatever hair fixing instruments she happened to be using at the time.
The problem: She's 8 years old! And her hair is about 4 inches long!
I grow hair twice that long by the time I need a haircut and it looks just fine when I rub my fingers through it in the morning. If it is stubborn and wants to stick straight up or in every direction imaginable, I sprinkle on a bit o' water or just put on a hat. Sometimes I merely convince myself that messy is the new neat. Nothin' to it. Why can't she just do the same?
Really, all I'm doing is revealing how utterly insensitive I am going to be when she reaches her prime age for complaining about everything from her lash color to her toenail length. She'll probably even notice when I have a nose hair sticking a nanometer out of my schnoz.
Please help me learn how to handle this. I cannot even fathom what life will be like in 5 years when its already at this level!