So much for raising a Tomboy!

This is still not me

I was visiting my parents this weekend and I was hoping that by bringing the bebe up to see them I could also talk my mom into doing my hair. It had been quite some time since I got a color and a cut and my grays were pretty prominent. It worked and my hair is now trimmed and a fantastic shade of dark (really dark) brown.

A funny thing happened while I was sitting in the folding chair in my mom's kitchen's wait for her to paint that cold color on my head. My sweet little girl climbed up on my lap and started to whine. All I could make out was "I do it!" so I explained to her the she couldn't put the color on mommy's hair. That Mimi (my mom) had to do it because it was dangerous. Sophie continued to whine and after about 5 minutes we realized what she wanted. She wanted her hair done too.

So while I was getting color on my head, my sister had to put some conditioner in a bowl and paint it on Sophies head. After Sophie started getting her hair done she was happy as a clam. She got her whole head painted in conditioner and then decided she was going to paint my sisters head too. So being a good sport, my sister sat on the kitchen floor and let Sophie paint her head with blogs of conditioner.

It was great.

So much for that Tomboy Jeff wanted to raise. Sophie is all girl, from her love of purses and shoes to wanting to get her hair and nails done to her obsession with princesses.