We have to brush Eloise's hair before she goes to bed or else we end up with mats. And not figurative mats, but literal mats. Hair brushing at bedtime is just another step in our routine but it has always been one of the hardest. It equals resistance and tears, no matter how gentle I try to be, which means it's not a very fun thing for either of us. Until now. Now that Eloise is so utterly exhausted she rushes into the bathroom to bring me her brush so we can complete the only thing keeping her from sleep. Then she leads me to the computer where we sit down to this:
I have 3:48 to brush Eloise's hair. Once we see baby Simba's feet dangling above the baboon-shaman and the animals bow down I know it's time to get my show on the road. If not, we have to watch Hukana Matata.