The following post will reveal why I am not a fan of the round brush and prefer the broad, flat brush instead.
When La Petite Belle got out of the bath this weekend and was getting ready for bed (hence the no shirt, which I’m just realizing she didn’t have on), she bounded down the stairs, screaming for help (which is a common sound heard throughout the day at our house … remember the boy who cried wolf … meet La Petite Belle).
Granted, she was in quite an entanglement.

This child cannot just take a picture with a regular expression. Can you say, “Drama Queen”?

We did manage to rip Β remove the brush from her hair. Only a few hairs were harmed in the process.
This was the only bit of excitement at my house recently …
Unless you count …
filling pieces of furniture with laundry,
watching every movie made pertaining to a Jane Austen book,
hatching a hair-brained scheme with my best bud to make $500,
cleaning up after Roxy-Belle’s recent intestinal issues,
dog-sitting my mother’s dog,
running in 47-degree weather (with a wind chill of freezing to death),
making homemade buttermilk biscuits that were horrible,
and making oatmeal chocolate chip cookies that made up for it.