127/365 (Zavia)
I've always had this dream of giving my little boy dreadlocks.
I never however dreamed of him getting them this way...
I woke up this morning to a blood curdling screech coming from the lounge room. I jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway as fast as my sleepy legs could carry me to find Zavia with his toy drill stuck to his head and still spinning. The button has a mind of its own and often gets stuck in the 'on' mode until you forcibly pull the button 'off'. The poor little boy had put it to his head and got his hair caught in the exposed cog. I grabbed the drill in one hand and the chunk of hair that was caught in the other hand and with my two little fingers tried to turn the stupid toy off while shuffling him into the bathroom where I new their were some scissors. We eventually managed to get him unattached and perused the damage. He now has a bald patch where the hair was ripped from the root and a lovely little dread lock beside it.