One day last week, Megan did not get her way, which of course resulted in tears. She went to the counter, grabbed a Kleenex, and stated "I need to wipe my tears away". Good thing Grandpa wasn't here!
I bought her a crocheted hat as an attempt to control the static, frizz, and craziness of her hair. She will only wear it for 3 seconds.
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