Grace has developed some sort of complex about her hair lately.
A few weeks ago, I asked her to go into the bathroom and comb her hair before we left for the day, and a minute later she is sobbing in front of the mirror about how she doesn't want "crazy hair." And it wasn't frustrated crying, it was despair and desperation.
A couple days after that, her hair was in a pony tail, and a little piece from the front had pulled out, and she caught sight of it in a mirror in the garage. Panicked, she ran over to me demanding that it be fixed immediately.
So lately, her whispy toddler hair is finally starting to fill in and grow a bit, so it's been easier and faster to get it fixed in the morning.
On Wednesday morning, however, she was insistent that she did not want her hair fixed, despite the fact that it had been in three different elastics the day before, and overnight had turned into this wild, poofy mop of dirty blond feathers.
When I picked her up at Bonnie's house (her baby sitter), Bonnie said she had a little tantrum about her hair because it kept getting in her face. Later that night, I asked her about it.
Me: "Grace, was your hair bugging you today?"
Grace: "Ya, it was crazy. I looked like Twist."
Me: "Who's Twist?"
Grace: "From the Fresh Beat Band."
Note: She has only watched that show on Nickelodeon a couple of times at our house, so maybe she watches it with Keshley or at Bonnie's, or maybe she just has — as I suspect she does — a freaky photographic memory. Twist is the white guy in the back. I don't know why she thought her hair looked like that. Maybe it's more "disheveled" in the actual show. Who knows.
I thought I would post a picture of the Fresh Beat Band. Just before making this post, a commercial for Fresh Beat Band came on the TV. Grace said she likes Shout the best.
"Which one is Shout?" I asked.
"The one in the red shirt."
