Dad Learned to Braid

I've always done our daughter's hair in the mornings. This summer, I took a new job with an early shift, and suddenly my husband was in charge. He had never braided anything in his life.

The first morning, our daughter came to my work video call in tears with a ponytail sticking straight out of the side of her head. My husband was standing behind her looking like he'd been in a fight.

He watched videos. He practiced on her doll. He practiced on the fringe of a blanket. He bought a book about braids. One night, I found him in the living room practicing a French braid on a mop.

By September, he could do a perfect French braid, two Dutch braids and a "crown" that went around her head like a halo. Our daughter started asking for "Dad hair" every morning. Now he does mine sometimes too. He's very proud of himself. He should be.