I don’t know what to do with her hair. Around six months she was developing a mullet so I trimmed the bottom. Then I was so anti-bowl-cut that for a while she didn’t have any cut at all, which meant she looked like Justin Bieber on good hair days, and Ashton Kutcher on bad ones. Sometimes after a long nap she would develop a small afro. I finally gave in and trimmed her bangs, and most days I try to clip up the sides or tie ponytails, but she’ll only tolerate that for so long before pulling it out—though she’s always very good about holding on to the ties and giving them back to me. She tries to pull my hairclips out as well as a favor. And she looks so innocent.
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