Sydney and I have a long history with her hair.
It started when I dropped the ball when she was a toddler and decided to get her first haircut on the spur of the moment. There were no pictures or dramatic entries in her baby book.
Then, for her second haircut, I showed up with a camera to document the momentous occasion. Except the batteries in the camera were dead.
So I think deep down, inside her little being, she knows I’ve let her down hair-wise.
Recently she begged me to put 2 French braids in her hair. Because her hair is about chin length, her braids did not turn out too well. Some pieces were sticking out.
She looked in the mirror disgusted.
“It’s not pretty,” she said, pulling the braids out.
Then she huffed, “I want Japanese braids! Or Chinese braids!”
At least those geography lessons are turning out well for us, right?!
