Having your hair styled for you isn't all it's cracked up to be. The other day Mommy decided to make my hair curly. I just wanted to go outside and play—disheveled hair and all. However, I had to wait to get my hair done. And let me tell you, that can take awhile when you've got curlers in. First, I read a book to help pass the time.
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Then I watched an episode of The Little Einsteins.
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After all that, it still wasn't time to take the curlers out. So I went and sat in my little room under the stairs to sulk.
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Then I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself playing outside.
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Just as I was about ready to give in to despair, Mommy said it was time to get the curlers out. She finished my hair and I finally got to go outside. Here's a closeup of how my hair turned out.
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I noticed some people walking by. Figuring they'd want to see my new curls and outfit, I decided to take a little stroll down the sidewalk.
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I strut the catwalk pretty well if I say so myself. (Note my surefooted stride and the bounce in my dress.)
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I guess having Mommy do my hair each morning does have its perks.
I just wish it didn't take so long.
1 comment:
Hey! She's a supermodel. Love those curls. It is a pain to have the curlers in, but look how darling she looks. Ava is finding out that we are slaves to fashion.--Granny O
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