Yesterday, I sent Ivy into the bathroom to brush her hair. She uses a round brush.
Next time I saw her, Thank God, she was on the couch poised with a pair of scissors. I asked her what she was doing. As she turned, I saw that the brush was snagged to the back of her head. She said, "Oh, I got the brush stuck and I'm going to cut it out."
Whew! What a difference a minute makes.
I'm glad that I wasn't sitting at the computer, researching mesothelioma or something like that, as she probably would have ended up scalped in a good portion of her head.