With this comb:
She fuzzed it up even more and couldn't get the comb to go through. I convinced her it was time for cereal.
Everyone tells her what beautiful curls she has. But she sees Gabbers and Biscuit's brushable hair and she sees dolls with straight hair and she wants hair like that too.
She says to me, "Make mine flat, please."
If she could only celebrate her uniqueness-- just the way God made her.