I love this. When I was little I used to make up my Dad’s hair. I’d put like 20 barrettes in it and pull little tufts sticking in weird places. (He had short hair but it was still long enough to mess it up nicely ) He’d keep checking in asking, “ you’re making me pretty right?” And I’d say, “Yes, Daddy!!” And I’d just be guffawing knowing how awful it looked. It always ended up the same. He’d go to the mirror to see how pretty he was and then he’d give this ear shattering scream and I’d fall into the floor laughing. Good times. Love my Dad 😊❤️
I love this. When I was little I used to make up my Dad’s hair. I’d put like 20 barrettes in it and pull little tufts sticking in weird places. (He had short hair but it was still long enough to mess it up nicely ) He’d keep checking in asking, “ you’re making me pretty right?” And I’d say, “Yes, Daddy!!” And I’d just be guffawing knowing how awful it looked. It always ended up the same. He’d go to the mirror to see how pretty he was and then he’d give this ear shattering scream and I’d fall into the floor laughing. Good times. Love my Dad 😊❤️