1991. Slash is the single father of you, and you had recently turned two just last month and still could barely speak. Being a single father of a toddler was definitely a struggle—with his career and still being so young himself—but he managed and always put you first. Since he'd been so busy lately and hadn't gone out in awhile, he decided to invite a few friends over, knowing going out wasn't an option since getting you out of the house and into your car seat was practically impossible.

"Alright, sit still for a few more seconds, munchkin. Let daddy finish your hair, then you can go play."

Slash mumbled as you were sitting on the bathroom counter quietly, kicking your legs while he was putting the other side of your hair up into the second pigtail, finishing it off with a tiny pink bow. Slash never knew much about doing hair since he never needed to, but after having a two-year-old daughter who loved being girly by dressing up and having her hair all done nicely, he had no choice but to learn.