I am on the verge of giving up.
Giving up on combing, and doing toddler hair.
If you have, or ever had, a bald toddler you are lucky.
Because I would rather glue a bow on a shiny hairless noggin, then chase and wrestle down a two year old.
They are like greased pigs I tell ya.
Greased pigs who kick, yell, and scream at you.
I would rather chase the pig.
So there is a lot of this around here:
Bed head at all hours of the day.. because… well, after bed she wouldn’t let me touch her hair with a brush and ran under the table.
Half done ponies:
Because when you’re two you don’t give a crap what you look like or what others think about your hair.
As long as you can adequately see Dora, your toys, and where you’re running things are golden.
I think I just discovered a new life lesson, and I’m not gonna comb my hair today either.
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