Rose and I have been fighting a battle over exactly how clean her hair should be. I vote for squeaky, shiny clean. She votes for shiny, but it certainly ain't squeaky. And since I refuse to bodily pick her up and dump her in the shower, she wins the battle slightly more frequently than I do. I don't care what you think. I figure eventually peer pressure will get to her, and this is just not the ditch I choose to die in.
Monday I sent her off to school with greasy, stringy hair having lost the Sunday evening battle. And right after she left the house I got an email from the school reminding me that it was spring picture day. Whoops. Guess I won't be purchasing those. I shrugged my shoulders and went on with my day.
Later, I picked Rose up from school. She said, "Mom, guess what? It was picture day today. I totally forgot." I said, "Yeah, I know," getting ready to commiserate with her, when she cheerfully added, "Good thing I wore a totally cute outfit!"
I may need to purchase one after all, if for no other reason than potential future mortification.
