“Please!” She begged.
“No,” I replied.
“Just this once!”
“I have no other choice, you’re the only one who can do it!”
I sighed, my body deflating with the realisation that yes, I was her only option.
“Fine,” I grab the brush from her hand, “but this is the last time.”
She squeals, sitting down with glee. With a giant exhale, I get to work, brushing the maddening knots out of her hair.
“If you brushed your hair every day you wouldn’t need me to do this,” I say, struggling with an aggressive coil of her locks.
“It’s too much effort!”