For the past week or so, Skye has returned home from daycare looking like a different child than the one I dropped off. Her soft curls have been beaten into submission, the front of her hair hardened and brushed severely to the side. I didn’t think too much about it, assuming it was just the result of her running food through her hair, which she does ALL THE TIME. When I picked her up yesterday, however, and saw she was once again sporting the Ross Gellar circa 1999 — a ‘do that makes her look like, well, a boy (not that there’s anything wrong with that, Shiloh!) — I couldn’t help but laugh.
ME: Skye…! Your hair! What happened to it? It looks so, so —
TEACHER LYNN: (WALKING UP TO US) You like it? I was a hairstylist for five years.
ME: So… WONDERFUL!