When my oldest was a wee lass, I loved it when she wanted to play "hairdresser," as all it involved from me was sitting still on the floor while she tugged and yanked and corralled my tresses into all manner of crazy configurations. Sure, it hurt sometimes, but for the most part it was time off from the myriad duties of mommyhood. Plus she was so into it.
She hasn't changed much. Well, maybe a little. She's now about the same size as me, and her mad hair skillz are definitely more pronounced.
Plus she has crazy early teen tricks, like sock curls.
|You'll be heartbroken to know that I have no idea where the "after" photo is.|
|We call this the Who 'do.|
|Cindy Loo ain't got nothing on me.|
|Although next time, maybe we should add the flying saucers. #inspiration|