No Daddy - Don't comb it.

 

It began with an idea but not just any idea, this one had her excited so much she couldn’t stand it.  Right away she went to her dad and explained that she wanted to make something.  She knew her dad was smart and could get things done. 

Dad owned a shoe factory and had many workers.  Almost all the time at dinner he would be talking about the production line, or material shipments and schedules.  He seemed to know a whole bunch about making stuff, so if anyone could get her idea going it would be dad.

With a sheet of paper and a pencil she drew a picture of what she wanted.  All dad would have to do is get the material, have a mold made, then pour the melted stuff into the mold.  After it cooled down, these could be popped out.  “Kids would buy them.” She said, “Maybe even some older people. You could sell them.”

It was easy to see her excitement.  There was no way he would be able to say no, not to his little girl.  As he looked at the picture she had drawn, he thought about materials, getting a mold made and setting aside a small space in his plant to fabricate these.  “What do you call them,?" he asked.

"It looks like Tommy.  We could call him Tommy."