I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one with hair stories.
I remember when I was 4 or 5 my mom had washed and cornrowed my hair and put beads at the ends. My mom was not the fastest braider, so she hadn't finished in the back. She stopped so she could make dinner.
I called my self helping her by greasing my scalp. But I was a little kid and didnt know what I was doing. I grabbed the jar of blue grease and literally globbed a hand full on my freshly washed and braided hair. I made no attempts to smooth it through or anything. I just went in the kitchen and was like " Look mommy, I'm helping you with my hair
!" But I guess she didnt feel the love. She whooped me took my braids down and washed my hair. I think I learned my lesson cause to this DAY, I do not like greasing my scalp.
Hair stories are no just for girls. I remember my brother trying to line himself up when he was like 11. He snuck up in the attic with my gdad's beard trimmer. He must have held the clippers to his head before he turned them on, cause when the came on, he jerked and cut a patch of hair right out of the front of his head.
He had a bald stop for a hot second. But get this....
he tried to fill in the patch with my gma's MASCARA
Needless to say, its didnt work and he looked
and was
and
until his hair grew back. I dont think my mom took him to get it fixed cause she told him beforehand not to use the trimmers.