This morning M was doing her own thing. I considered checking on her, but thought it was grand that she was entertaining herself until I heard crying. This is what I found...
She was sitting alone on the couch softly crying, "My hair is stuck". M tried to "braid" her hair with a round brush and got her hair woefully tangled instead. She really did a number on it. Thankfully, it only took about seven minutes to free her tortured locks.
Side note: Last night we went to a wedding reception and M became buddy buddy with my friend's little boy. He was quite taken with her. My friend later told me her son said, "She's pretty. She's best friend pretty." And so it begins...
She was sitting alone on the couch softly crying, "My hair is stuck". M tried to "braid" her hair with a round brush and got her hair woefully tangled instead. She really did a number on it. Thankfully, it only took about seven minutes to free her tortured locks.
Side note: Last night we went to a wedding reception and M became buddy buddy with my friend's little boy. He was quite taken with her. My friend later told me her son said, "She's pretty. She's best friend pretty." And so it begins...
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