I Pretty

LadyBug has wild hair. It’s not wild like my hair is wild, fortunately, but it still makes her look a bit like Gene Wilder in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (yeah, the original with the cute Oompa Loompas and the fun songs). She managed to get Big Guy’s fine locks along with just enough of my curls to get her into trouble.

What’s a mama to do with crazy hair? Ignore it, of course. I’m sure that people have looked at my child and wondered why I haven’t cut her hair already, but those are clearly people who don’t have curly, frizzy, wild hair. Those of us who do know that you have to let it grow if you want to be able to do anything with it. You just need to deal with the string of bad hair days. On an aside, Big Guy has more than once voiced the opinion that the wild hair should stay wild. I finally vetoed him. I mean, she was starting to look like she was raised by wolves.

LadyBug’s hair is just now long enough to pull some of it into pigtails. At her age (20 months or so), my pigtails looked like Mickey Mouse ears. Hers are little wisps of curled hair. How in the world did she get such fine hair?! As it was, this was her first time really getting her hair done. Previously, we just left it. We almost never brushed it (which you can do with short, super fine hair) unless it was wet because brushing removes the curls. That is something she did get from me.

While I did her hair, she twitched and complained and said, “Ow. Hair hurt.” when I hit the total of three hardly-noticeable tangles in her hair. Yeah, whatever, kid. My hair is almost always like one big knot, so I’m hardly sympathetic. She fidgeted and whined when I put the barrettes in. I told her she looked pretty and took her to the mirror.

And, oh dear, what did my less than two-year old daughter do? She preened and smiled and said, “I pretty.” She didn’t once touch those barrettes for the rest of the day because she was so pleased with her new hairdo. That’s when I was absolutely certain that we are DOOMED to a life of makeup and clothes and bathroom hogging and boys (possibly girls, but odds are for the boys).

All I can say is this… she didn’t get it from me.