Remember this post? Here
Apparently, Annie forgot how she felt about curly hair.
The other night, she hopped out of the bath and asked me to put her hair in "wollors." I reminded her that she didn't like the "prom queen look," but she had her mind made up. She slept all night in those pink, sponge rollers. When she woke up the next morning, she was excited for me to take them out.
The excitment was short lived. When the first pink roller unravelled and her hair sprung up in a "Shirley Temple style", she began to cry. "I don't want my hair corly."
The problem was we were on our way out the door to church, and we were already late. There was no time to wet her whole head and start over.
So, Joel took his usual position, and told her how much he loved her hair, how pretty she looked yaadaa, yaaaadaa, yaaadaa...
While Emma tried desperately to straighten her sister's hair.
Please forgive me for all the hair posts that have been written about you. When you're big enough, I will buy you a hair straightener. In the meantime, for your sanity and for mine, let's not do rollers again for a long, LONG time.
your frazzled mother.