hair poos and Excedrin...

You might be asking yourself, “Just what is a hair poo?” I believe the term hair poo was coined by my grandmother, Doris Dudley. The history behind the hair poo: Grandma would offer a small amount of money in exchange for a relaxing and thorough scalp massage. Most of the grandkids would jump at the chance to earn a few shiny coins to spend in Dudley’s laundry mat vending machines, to play Pac Man with or get a treat at Tastee Freeze. A coin or two was enough incentive for us that Grandma was put to sleep almost every night we were there on vacation with a hair poo. Well, that is until Grandpa spoiled all the grandkids by supplying us with rolls of quarters whenever we visited.

The hair poo then went from being a paid chore to a service of love for all who were willing to spoil Grandma. If you knew my Grandma you would know that she needs lots of relaxing and can always use a little more TLC! (Both she and Grandpa are 85 and still work everyday to help to run their family business!)

Desire to be the recipient of a hair poo must be somewhat genetic, due to the frequent requests I have received from my dad. I never minded playing with his silver hair though because I would do anything for my dad, and also because I felt like it was in my job description as his favorite daughter!

I, too, inherited the need for hair poos gene. I guess I somewhat expected my children to fill their hair role like I dutifully filled mine, so tonight I asked for one. You would have thought I asked them if they wanted ice cream they were so excited. Eden had me lay down, told me to relax and brought me a magazine. She then instructed Carter to ‘keep her busy’ and she disappeared. Ten minutes later she had the whole family room covered in hair paraphernalia. Two hours later, it was not quite what I expected but it was fun despite my massive headache and severe loss of hair.