This morning I put Kate's hair into pig tails. She. Was. Mad.
Something tells me that I will be seeing this expression for the rest of my life. Particularly during the teen years. She was not pleased. She did not think she looked as cute as her brothers and I thought she looked. And the more we ooh'd and ah'd, the angrier she got until she worked herself up into an all out frenzy.
The more she cried, the cuter we thought she looked. It was a vicious cycle.
At the end of the day when I put all the kids in the bath, I took her pig tails out and James said, "Mom, can I wash her horns?"
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