Sunday, April 8, 2012
April 7: Bad Hair Day
Yesterday Sam got her hair cut. It seemed to be going well, until the stylist started tweaking her blown dry hair with a curling iron. I signaled to Sam with a big genuine smile and a thumbs up; she, however, wasn't buying it. Once in the car, she complained that it looked too puffy. Soon quiet tears rolled down her face. The image of who she thought she was and what that looked like shattered under new hair cut scrutiny.
She's fine today. And so is her hair.