The title of this post is a sentence I hear repeatedly every morning from the little munchkin.
Translation: "please hair, please hair!"
Londyn pleads with me daily to get her hair done. The only way I can really get her to cooperate about getting dressed in the morning is by telling her that if she gets her clothes on, we can do her hair. There's no doubt about it. She's definitely my kid.
She loves sitting on our bathroom countertop and looking at "nun-done" in the mirror. She points at herself and smiles, saying "nun-done... air?" (Londyn, hair?) and "petty" (pretty)
She makes it so easy to doll her up, doesn't she?
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