JinaRicci
New Member
OK- I am desperately trying not to jump back into that other thread- you know the one with the 5 yr old child/relaxer.. so I started thinking about how my mom dealt with my hair when I was little which was very diff than hers and started laughing when I remembered this:
My mom would only comb my hair when it was wet- she would shampoo, condition, rinse... then braid it in maybe 12 big braids and it would be set for the wk. Well, one time when I was 6, I discovered how much I liked the feel of vaseline on my cool scalp while my mom was greasing my wet hair (you know it was back in those days). So after my mom had spent hours doing my hair, I went back to the jar of vaseline and tried to get that same feeling but since my hair was already greased, I couldn't feel it anymore so I kept adding more & more grease until my hair was covered in vaseline. Well, you can imagine how that ended.
My mother had to wash my hair again- she wasn't happy- let's just say me neither.
Anyone have any other stories that they want to share? Pls don't leave me hangin out here by myself.
My mom would only comb my hair when it was wet- she would shampoo, condition, rinse... then braid it in maybe 12 big braids and it would be set for the wk. Well, one time when I was 6, I discovered how much I liked the feel of vaseline on my cool scalp while my mom was greasing my wet hair (you know it was back in those days). So after my mom had spent hours doing my hair, I went back to the jar of vaseline and tried to get that same feeling but since my hair was already greased, I couldn't feel it anymore so I kept adding more & more grease until my hair was covered in vaseline. Well, you can imagine how that ended.
My mother had to wash my hair again- she wasn't happy- let's just say me neither.

Anyone have any other stories that they want to share? Pls don't leave me hangin out here by myself.
i just stared at her like look what i did mommy
. she had a wooden spoon in her hand and then i had that "uh oh i'd better run moment" so i got up ran around the table and into my daddy's office and hid under his desk cuz i knew he would save me
) And i cut one side soooo perfectly, my mom called from work and asked what was i doing, i was like "......im cutting my hair" she said "Well if you mess up, it will be your ***"

oh lawddddddd
i hated it so much, that she felt bad and tried to relax it shortly afterwards!!! thank god, i can say my hair grew completely back save a couple of thin spots behind my ears.