Entry FeedToday I decided to try a new hair conditioning treatment. You put it in your hair, then sit around for 20 minutes before washing it out. It hardens into a weird, sticky helmet, and I honestly don't think it was worth the $10.99.
I went downstairs to sit with my daughter while waiting for the 20 minutes to pass.
Daughter is cute. There is a lightness and sweetness about her. When we go anywhere, people always look at her and smile, trying to talk to her. I am not sure what is so special about her, but there seems to be something. She acts like a little pampered princess, always asking to have her hair done and her nails painted (Husband actually painted them for her this weekend - so cute!)
I sat down beside her on the couch. Daughter looked at me quizzically, then gently reached out and touched my head.
Daughter: What's that in your hair?
Me: A treatment to make it nice and pretty life yours.
Daughter: I put snot in mine.
Me: What? (I thought she said "snot," but she is three and sometimes not that clear.)
Daughter: I put snot in my hair. From my nose. Like this. (Daughter proceeds to pick her nose, and wipe it into her hair.)
Ah. Now I know never to take beauty advice form a three year-old, no matter how cute she is.