Erica

Erica came downstairs this morning in tears. Yesterday, she had me put her hair into a ponytail while it was still wet. Today, she was crying, "My hair! My hair! It's not..." And then she made a circling motion in the air. Her curls had straightened slightly because of drying in a ponytail! I hugged her and assured her that it was tempory. She seemed very releived. "I love my hair." Was her comment as she went upstairs once again to dress for school.