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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.