So Bella was supposed to be taking a nap, or "resting" as she calls it, and as I'm just about to sip on some nice hot tea, she comes into the room, tears streaming down her face.
Me: Honey, what on Earth is wrong?!
Bella *sobbing*: I can't sleep because my hair isn't curly!
And she hands me the hair gel.
Oh, yes. Vanity has arrived. For the past two weeks, she's obsessed about her curly hair. It is no wonder though because everyone and their Grandma comments on how pretty she and her curls are every time we leave our home!
I think the whole pretend beauty shop ploy to get her to wash her hair has backfired on me.