My daughter, Isabella, has been blessed with beautiful long curly blonde hair. Her sister, Cricket, is 2 1/2 and has not been so lucky in the hair department-well at least not in the length.
Ever since Cricket could hold the big girl brush she would try to brush her barely there locks. She would make very long sweeping motions as if she were Rapunzel in her tower. In her mind her hair is down to her butt, long and flowing. Unlike her very real cropped short curls.
I was pulling Bella's hair back with colored rubber bands, this morning, when we both noticed a pair of tiny hands grabbing at the rubber band package. The Cricket monster was here! Bella and I were trying to get her out of the bathroom-due to lack of space and my visions of a gazillion tiny rubber bands all over the floor!
"Horsey tails! Horsey tails!"
"What is Cricket talking about?" Bella asked.
"Horsey tails, Bella! Me too!"
Then it dawned on me...Cricket wanted pony tails just like her sissy!
Did we have a good laugh! In the words of Cricket, "I so funny!"
Thursday, October 2, 2008
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