It's a funny thing. My mom spent most of her life hating her hair. I'm pretty sure she asked Santa for stick-straight blond hair more than once. He didn't deliver.
So her complete obsession with my curls has me wondering...
...if curls are such a pain, why does she think mine are the greatest thing she's ever seen?
I hope this isn't a trick. You know, like, "Oh Juj, this will just be a quick poke," and then BAM, stabbed in the leg three times.
Well, I know where my hair is now. All I have to do is find the baby scissors if these curls get out of control.