Putting highlights in my daughters hair sounded like a good idea until we got home and had to pull little strands of hair through a little pinhole with something that looks like a huge toothpick. She scream, cried, fell on the floor in pain, and said she hated me a couple of times I believe. We finally soothed her over with a piece of grilled asparagus. And in the end she loved her new look.
Today Brooke had her hair colored again only this time at a salon, and it reminded me of this photo a couple of years ago. Oh the memories.
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