Wake Up Call

Today is Saturday. Which means I can sleep in, in theory. And since I was up late last night I was doing just that when I was awoken by moaning coming from my four year old's bedroom.

I ignored it. Rob had recently gotten up and I figure he could deal with it.

"My barrette is stuck to my pillow!" Signe hollered from her room.

I continued to ignore it, all the while wondering how her barrette had gotten stuck on her pillow.

The yelling continued. On a sigh I rolled myself out of bed, glancing at the clock as my feet hit the floor. 8:00. Better than 7:00 I suppose. But as I passed the bedroom door on the way to the bathroom to put my contacts in I noticed Signe heading downstairs hugging her pillow. The barrette must have gotten unstuck.

I proceeded to the bathroom and managed to get one contact in before I heard riotous laughter from downstairs.

"Jen, get your camera!" Rob yelled up the stairs.

"Why?" I asked as I put my other contact in.

"You've got to get a picture of this." He assured me, followed by more laughter.

I made my way downstairs to see what all the fuss was about, and found my four year old holding her pillow to her head. And it was indeed stuck. . .with a wad of bright orange silly putty---not a barrette.

My first reaction---get the camera, of course. But by the time I got back her pillow had become unstuck. Next on the agenda: Google how to remove silly putty from hair. Apparently this is not a unique problem, as manifest by the numerous posts on this website. Luckily, they suggested several solutions.

We went with the Pam option and slicked her head up with cooking spray. (others had used anti-bacteria had sanitizer, rubbing alcohol, and WD-40 with some success also).

Voila!

Good as new. . .almost. Never mind the orange streaks in her hair. It's fall, right? She is just getting in to the spirit of things --- at least that's our story and we're sticking to it. . .literally.