Armin sat on the couch, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he focused on tying up your daughters hair.

"God, how do you do this everyday?"

He asked, sighing as she struggled, reaching for her toys. She didn't like getting her hair done, or getting dressed for that matter.

“Lilac, please stay still. Honey, don’t turn your hair or you’ll pull your hair.”

He said, trying to maintain his sweet dad voice. He’d been dying to learn how to do the toddlers hair, wanting you both to share the load.

“Darling, I need your help! She won’t stop moving..!”