I don't always know what will bring the most excitement to this five (almost six) year-old-girl. I can't begin to explain the pure magic of these rollers: the giggles, the dancing, the singing, the mirror-gazing. . . all for the potential of some curls. She wouldn't even hold still for a picture, thus the fuzzy image.
The next morning, when the curls were much less than expected, and she was not exactly a twin of Shirley Temple or her curly, red-headed friend Chiara, well, then the house went to hell and back in a matter of minutes. I tried to explain: "We had only 6 rollers; your hair is thin; we had no mousse; you move A LOT in your sleep." She wouldn't hear it and pushed me to my Mean Mommy place at 6:45 am on a Tuesday morning.
I put in an order for a large package of sponge rollers today. It's on, Baby Girl. It's on. You want curls? I'll give you curls.
man, i love this kid.