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Surviving a Frickin KitchenAid Disaster

Posted by Lori | Posted in Frickin Blog | Posted on 07-07-2010

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Four year-old + long hair + KitchenAid = BADhair caught in kitchenaid1 300x282 Surviving a Frickin KitchenAid Disaster

Very bad. Here’s the story.

My four year-old wanted to make cookies on Monday. As much as I would love to resist a warm, chewy, chocolate bite of heaven and have a carrot stick instead, I gave in. (It was a really hard sell.)

We combined the ingredients and the KitchenAid was mixing the dough, when my daughter leaned over the mixer.

In went the hair.

In a matter of one or two seconds, her scalp was attached to the mixer. I was able to unplug it fast enough that the hair wasn’t ripped out, but she was stuck. Really, really stuck.

Picture this: your daughter on her tiptoes, leaning over the mixer, her face smashed against the bowl, and her hair tangled around the flat beater. Not a super-fun, grab-your-camera, and call-the-grandparents moment.

In comes Dad. I am sure his thoughts were WTH, but instead he was calm. He quickly started taking the mixer apart (by the way, when you Google “hair caught in kitchenaid,” there are actually a lot of results).

When it looked almost hopeless, we discussed cutting her hair. In the cutest-voice-ever she begged, “Please don’t turn me into an ugly boy.”

This one statement cost us $300. We sacrificed the mixer to save her hair. Dad dismantled the machine, while I held her and told her stories of unicorns and really brave princesses. Ninety minutes later she was free. Was it worth it? Abso-frickin-lutely.

Love her. Love her dad.

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I like your language, Lori: “Not a super-fun, grab-your-camera, and call-the-grandparents moment”

I am so glad she’s okay! The real question is, were the cookies still edible? ;)

Thanks for the comments David and Emily.

Yes, the cookies were edible! Although we lost a lot of dough to her hair, there was a good amount that stayed safe in the bowl. Are we super gross for baking them? Maybe. Were they good? Absolutely.

That is so very funny, Lori! Your “four-year-old” is so cute–I love that she didn’t want to look like an ugly boy! :) This is a memory to treasure!

Thanks Juli! I loved that she was worried about turning into an ugly boy. That’s my girl!

Hi,
I am a friend of Andy from your work.
Love your blog by the way.
I SOOO would have taken a picture!
Glad you were able to save the hair though!

What? You didn’t even put pictures up of the demolished mixer? Mildly disappointing.

While it was not a super fun moment, it may have been a picture taking moment once you realized that she would be okay. Getting her to smile with her hair tangled in the mixer and her dad dismantling the mixer – that would have been a great picture at her wedding some day. #justsayin. Some of the best memories come from difficult times. At least that is what my wife wrote – http://www.mom-sanity.com/1/post/2010/07/what-really-matters.html – and I think I would agree with her. :) Glad she was okay and that her hair was saved!

This is why I’m glad I have boys. But in 90 minutes, you couldn’t sneak in one picture? Too bad, it would have made a good scrapbook page and she probably would have laughed about it once it was over. My son’s friend dared him to put his arm in the pool filter and he had bruises clear up to his elbow. Made it into a scrapbook page called “I Dare Ya is never a good thing…”

OK, OK, OK. My bad. You are all right. I should have taken a picture. In addition to being a nice graphic on this post, it would have been great in the family album.

Can I reenact the event and grab my camera? What about taking the broken parts and tangling her hair around them? ;)

Nice post. Thanks!

Excellent post thanks!

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