As a result I dutifully keep her hair well trimmed, in a style I like to call "Mission Hipster meets Toddler". Her fine hair is as straight as the persona Tom Cruise would like the public to believe, yet still manages to tangle itself into a mess every night. The front is kept slightly longer than the back, which gets shaved with the electric razor each time the duck tail grows back, and her bangs waiver between one and two inches long.
|The black eye adorning her round face is courtesy of her sister and a board book.|
The five-year-old is only moderately less terrified of the styling tool. However, her tresses are much more problematic. She is now of the age where she demands strict control over the length and cut of her hair.
On the bright side, she is now old enough to occasionally reason with. After years of her waging war against me and the hairbrush, we can come to a compromise- if she wants to keep her long locks, she must let me brush them at least once a day. Unfortunately, this doesn't prevent her from whining the entire three minutes it takes me to do so. While I have tried many magic solutions suggested to be by friends over the years (is it just me, or does the Hair Genie look like a female sex toy?), nothing has really proven to be the miracle cure for mothers of daughters with messy hair.