I have long wavy hair. Because of the red in it, and it’s tendency to frizz, my husband likes to call me his lion. Well, I did it in french braids over night so it would have that wild wavy look to it. It waved, and it was wild, but it also frizzed up a ton. My husband actually asked me to roar for him.

Being a new mom I didn’t have time to change it, so I just went with it. I was the frizzy lioness all day. I didn’t think much of it, until my baby started to get caught in it. She’s not quite to the grabbing stage, but if you bat at something this frizzy your fingers will get stuck. It wasn’t too big of a deal. She’s tiny and I have a hard head – she really can’t pull hard enough for it to hurt, but apparently it can hurt her.

Sequence of events went as follows: Amber shuffles over to talk to husband, baby in arms, baby reaches up and bats at mom’s hair, “Zap!”, and the most blood curdling little scream I’ve ever heard come out of my babies mouth!

My hair shocked my baby, and she did not like it! I think she was more scared than anything, but her cute little reaction made us all laugh! How could I laugh at that? My poor baby! I felt for her, but it was so funny! Ah, the joys of discovery, I just hope she’s not developmentally delayed by the experience. “Zap!” that’ll teach her to reach up and grab things.