(Which, in fact, I DID).
I would politely thank them. Natalie would give them her usual stink eye. We would be on our way.
But what those people weren't seeing behind our closed doors was the hours spent NEGOTIATING with Natalie to PERSUADE her to just comb her hair…then the hours spent detangling, combing and braiding that mass of tangles. Most days, she would just refuse, emphatically yelling, "I JUST LIKE IT TANGLED, OKAY??".
A mom only has so much patience…and a tired mom of three has even less. So, I began my propaganda campaign to brainwash her into getting a haircut. I would casually comment on how I loved my short hair without any tangles. How cool Sam's head must be since he didn't have long hair. How we never got peanut butter or Play-Doh in our short hair. Short hair is a dream come true.
Unfortunately, the seed I'd planted sprouted in full force a few weeks before Lala and Dan's wedding, when she wanted to buzz her hair off "just like Sam's". I bribed her to wait until after the wedding and then we spent weeks trying to persuade her to get a bob instead of a buzz cut. It all seemed futile since she wanted to go all GI Jane and no amount of arguing would resolve this agreement.
So, we dealt with the long hair.