When her big sister got her hair done, Muffie was almost unable to stand it.
I “bought” a stay of tantrum by promising to braid her hair the next time she came to our house.
Her mama said that she couldn’t have braids and beads because it cut her hair off the last time she had that.
I told Muffie that I would French braid it for her. She couldn’t wait to get started.
It really was a mop of hair. I sorted and combed and divided and
She was so tickled with it — though she actually didn’t know what a “French Braid” was.
I had hoped to do it in a crown, but she has too many short hairs around her neck to make that feasible.
So I settled for two French braids with the ends tucked up.
Mya is still happy with hers.
Here the four of them are this evening.
What a day!
This old lady is ready for bed!