Mondays have been rough around our house for several months now. Cailtyn not wanting to get up because "i still tired" or just the lag of the weekend. Sometimes it's the drop off that's rough, especially if it is mommy dropping off. It can be a fight to get her up and moving, dressed and out of the house without a fight.
Today was a good day....we picked out our clothes last night and she laid in bed while I got her dressed. Once up she was pretty happy. I told her we needed to go fix her hair. "I don't want my hair fixed."-Caitlyn tells me. I decided it wasn't worth the fight. It didn't look that bad. I brushed and tried to convince her to at least let me put a clip in it to pull it out of her eyes-NOPE, not happening.
We get out to the car and daddy takes one look at her and says "Your hair looks like Shit."
Caitlyn turns, looks at him and says, "May hair doesn't look like Shit!"
...................................be careful what you say-they repeat everything!!!!!
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