No combs for Peach

This girl wants long silky hair that she can brush and comb.  She tried with all her might to comb it this morning.

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."

It's not that she thinks she's not beautiful, she just sees what you can do with brushable hair.

If she could only celebrate her uniqueness-- just the way God made her.