Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Why are You Stuck in My Hair?!

Lauren loves to brush hair. Mine. Nate's. Anyone that will allow her near their hair--she'll brush it.  This new fascination being brought on by a small hair brush shaped like her favorite Disney princess-Rapunzel.  I should note that she loves this brush so much, that she "lifted" it from her friend Lorelei Morgan while in Florida over Easter. Really.  She just took it and hid it in our car (sorry again Kara!).  Apparently the old witch from Tangled isn't the only one that wants to keep Rapunzel illegally locked away for her own use.
At any rate, at 2 1/2 years of age, Lauren has yet to master pulling the brush all the way through one's hair.  It's not an age appropriate maneuver for her, I get that.  But I really need to start working on this key element with her, otherwise I'm going to end up bald.  And not from trying to teach a toddler, but bald from trying to untangle the entrenched brush from my long hair.

This go-round it was an a-mazing hot mess.  I felt like I was trying to free a caged bird that just kept flapping around, hindering the process.  The bird in this case being Rapunzel the brush, being thrashed about by the ever helpful Lauren. "No worry mom. Jes one more mint".  But the "mint" (minute) ended up turning into about 25 minutes of strand pulling every which direction through the brush.  Not to worry though, Lauren kept up her words of encouragement from time-out in the corner.  "Doin good job mom". And believe it or not, time-out wasn't a result of the brush entanglement, but from Lauren's inability to not grab the brush handle and yank while I was picking it out of my hair. 

Oh Rapunzel, Rapunzel, aren't you so glad to be free of my hair?!