Madeline asked if I would braid her hair tonight. Two french braids. She's got a piano recital tomorrow and wanted pretty wavy hair.
After five minutes of feeling her cringe with each pull of the comb, I said to her, "You don't ask for this until you've forgotten this part." She didn't even miss a beat, and came back with, "Yeah, it's like cinnamon buns."
I got it right away - we love eating cinnamon buns, but the kneading is a painful process. She took it to another level: "It's worth all the pain and suffering though, for the finished product."
Such a smart kid.
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