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Every morning, my sister-in-law brings my six-year-old niece, Jarah, to my house. My brother and his wife have to be at work in Jonesboro at six, which leaves them without another way to get Jarah to school. I like doing this because it gives me time with her I wouldn’t otherwise have and I have to take Briar and Brad to school anyway – so it is no trouble for me.

Jarah can be rather difficult at times, though. Everything has to be just right. Her socks have to have the seam in the right place, her shirt can’t be too long and can’t be tucked in, her shoes have to be tied the way she likes them (let me tell you this is a hard one – I tied them six times one morning and she still wasn’t happy with them). Most importantly, she can’t have a hair out of place. I spend quite a bit of time combing it for her and then she always combs it, too.

To my horror, Friday morning, she had a cough drop tangled in her hair. I tried everything I could think of to remove it without having to cut it out. Jarah told me pretty quickly that I was not going to touch her hair with scissors. In the end I had no choice. I had to cut it out. I didn’t use scissors, though. I used my husband’s electric grooming set while Briar and Brad pointed and laughed.

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