Whatever Moves the Process Along




Its amazing what a little bribing can do. My grandmother told Miss J that if she didn't put up a knock down drag out fight during our after-wash combing and styling period, that she'd finally buy her the bike she's been promising her for nearly a year and a half earn that bike she's been wanting. You should of seen her. Stifling her cries. Trying to make it through the detangling process without losing complete control. She did a really good job, only mentioning once how much she'd like to go take a nap.  

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7 comments

Anonymous  

Geez I remember the days of getting my hair done and then those days when I had to do my girls. Thank God they do it themselves now.

Anonymous  

She's a cutie though!

oh Miss J don't you look darling!!! Well worth the bike I would say.

Well... her patience DEFINITELY paid off... look how CUTE her hair is! AND she got a bike! Lucky girl!!

Boy do I remember those days like yesterday. Tough they were.

such a courageous one. i know detangling is no joke!

and the twists are fabulous. :-)