Robot wars

The other day I was awoken by a robot crawling across my head. Before I knew it said robot had got caught up in my hair and refused to let go of me. Of course, this was all courtesy of my 3 year old son who thought it was hilarious. Now I am hardly the world's cheeriest person in the morning at the best of times, but having a whirring robot stuck in a patch of hair almost to the roots was doing nothing to improve my demeanour. None of this was helped by the fact that I couldn't see the damn thing, so all my attempts to remove it only resulted in squeals of pain from me (plus some swearing needless to say) and peals of laughter from the young one.

My husband was on his way out the door to work and actually huffed and puffed at me because I expected some assistance! "Just cut it off" was his answer to my distress. After much yanking and impatience on both sides, accompanied by many threats as to what I was going to do to my son once I'd got the damn thing out, we finally managed to free one of the wheels from the entanglement of hair, but the other wheel was determined not to give up my hair at all. With the thought of having to walk around all day with the bloody heavy thing stuck to my head (had I been going to a wedding, I might have passed it off as a rather modern fascinator, but I wasn't and anyway, I hear they're out of fashion!), I gave in and let my husband cut it off. Off he went, job done. There I was with the residual pain in my head and a little less hair! A couple of days later and I'm almost ready to see the funny side ...but not quite!

By Mummy Dearest