Astroglide Hair

Saturday morning and my five four daughters – let’s face it, my one year old, Nina, is just walking around with straws in her hands – are ‘helping’ put groceries away, which really means that they’ve transformed into warrior ants flocking to anything that’s prepackaged and shiny.

Because you know, they need to horde food until next time I go to the store which is in three or four days, way too long for their insatiable quest for new things.

It puzzles me. I do feed them. A lot.

There’s just something about new stuff, even if it’s a bag of frozen green beans, that connects directly to their antennas. I have to admit the bags are pretty shiny.

My oldest daughter Luisa, who’s eight years old is the queen ant, sending out her sisters before making a grand appearance after they’ve discarded vegetables, fresh fruit, and produce.

This usually leaves items that are not appropriate for child consumption such as wine, beer, pads, tampons, and medicine.

And on occasions, Astroglide.

Luisa has a tendency to try things before asking.

“Mommy what’s Astroglide? Is it for me? Can I use it?”

“No it’s for me. It’s some special stuff, like a cream, that I use sometimes.”

“Is it for also for Daddy?”

“No, not really, but why are you hiding behind the open fridge?”

I realize that’s stupid question as I know exactly why she’s hiding. “Did you open the Astroglide and use it?”

She appears from behind the fridge and her hair is ‘wet’ – no pun intended.

“Can i keep it? It looks good! Please can I keep it? Please?”

It doesn’t look bad, but I don’t know that I can let my daughter go outside with Astroglide Hair.

Or maybe I do.

PS: I have no connection with Astroglide or the Green Beans I photographed, and I don’t recommend using the former product as hair gel.