So, Addy doesn't love getting her hair done. I can usually do it without much complaining when she's finishing her breakfast and I turn on PBS. I usually give her 2 options and let her choose. This particular day she chose braids. Great! And off I went...until...I finished with her two braids and she felt her hair and started freaking out because she didn't want two braids, she wanted three braids because she is three years old. Duh Mom! Not really wanting to fight this battle, I obliged and this is how I made my three year old happy.
I'm sure those she came in contact with wondered if she lived with a drunk mother, but who knows, this could start a new trend.
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