The Car Was Stuck

It never fails.

As soon as I sit down, someone needs something.

This was the case yesterday. I had just finished with the dishes and laundry and was trying to sneak in a chapter of my book. I grabbed the book. Opened the book. Was about to read the book and....

“AH-U-DA-MAY! AH-U-DA-MAY!”

Ugh.

That was Natalie, shouting for help in Spanish. We don’t speak Spanish but Diego from the television does.

I shut my book and put it away.

“What is it Natalie?”

Her shouting was coming from upstairs.

“AH-U-DA-MAY!”

Natalie rushed downstairs and that’s when I saw it.

A car, stuck in her hair.



“AH-U-DA-MAY!”

Natalie tugged on the car and it didn’t budge.

Great.

What if I had to cut all her hair off? I didn’t want to cut her hair off. I like her hair!

“AH-U-DA-MAY!”

“I know, I know!”



Why did she stick a car on her head? Sometimes I don’t understand her thought process. Like how can she find Yo Gabba Gabba entertaining? What part of her brain thinks, “Hey, the dancing dildo is prime entertainment?”

Even though Natalie was asking for help, she didn’t seem to be afraid.



Eventually I was able to loop the car off. Phew, no haircut.

I sat down and tried to read my book again.

“Hica-hica-hica,” went the cat and five seconds later he proceeded to cough up a hairball.

And so I shut my book. Again.