Yesterday, I did this to Tess’s hair.


There was no reason for it (i.e. photos, fashion show, “Little Miss Rushmore Pageant”).  Just because.  She was amicable and patient through it all.  When we had purchased the rollers the night before, Max asked what they were and I told him “Torture devices.”  So as I rolled Tess’s hair he asked betwen bites of cereal why I was using the torture devices on her.  Note to self: watch the sarcasm.  It could come  back to bite me in the butt.

We took them out right before she ran outside in her mud boots to swing and chase/run away from the squirrel.  She kept asking, “Am I so ‘peety’?”


So pretty, indeed.