Bridey’s hair has officially taken on a life of its own. J was driving the girls to the zoo this morning when Bridey started crying from the back seat. And a for-real cry, not a “I a baby! I cryin’!” cry, which happens more often than we’d like to admit. When he looked in the rearview mirror, he saw Bridey’s hand stuck to her head. She had twirled her hair to the point where it actually started eating her finger! He had to pull over, get out of the truck and extricate her finger from a massive curl on the left side of her head.
Sigh. A normal toddler would stick gum in her hair. Ours? She just had to stick her finger in there to get it stuck. Bridey, no one in the world has curls quite like you!