And I immediately called her daddy! I KNEW I couldn't handle something of this proportion!
And Daddy started to work his magic.
He was not all that calm at first. He kept telling me to get the scissors! He just thought there was NO WAY we would get it out. I mean, it was BAD!
And all I could think was that cutting it would mean no more pigtails.
I was getting sadder by the minute.
I think Ellie knew the gravity of the situation, because as much as this must have been hurting her, she hardly complained at all.Daddy eventually DID use the scissors, but it was for cutting the comb....
First, he'd cut the ends of the comb off...
then, he started cutting off the teeth of the comb as he worked it to a smaller and smaller obstacle.
And she seemed to be entertaining herself.
Daddy kept up his perseverance.
Mom needed a shot of tequilla!
Dad was like all "slow and steady wins the race".
Mom was all like, I am going to jump off the roof!
And this is what we were left with!