THE HAIR
Well this morning I tried to teach Anyston how to brush her hair. I sat her infront of the bathroom mirror and tried to explain how nice it is to have your hair “pretty”. We talked and brushed and finally settled on a head band, then 20minutes later it was out. I give up. She used to let me do her hair, but now, I make it all pretty for dance class then she takes it out when we get home. I am even a little embarrassed to go out in public with her. Oh well, I can’t change the uniqueness of her mess. As Rachel would say, “it has a universe of it’s own”. I still love Anyston!
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