Max was playing beauty parlor

My sister is just going to scream when she reads this email. I have only let two people in my life brush my hair when it's dry--Jack, and now Max. (They're my men, what can you say?) I was lounging on the couch last weekend when Max approaches me with a bristle brush. "Accchhh" by inner self is saying, because bristle brush + curly hair = carnage. He just looked too coy, however, and I relented. "Brush, Mama" he was saying, and for the next 30 minutes or so he proceeded to turn my hair into a rat's nest. After every stroke, he grabbed my face in his hands and said, "Pretty!" and even occasionally inserted a kiss. I was enraptured, laughing uncontrollably, and Jack was capturing the blackmail photos. I promise to share the said photos soon. Promise not to use them for evil? Love you all.