As I was putting Britton to sleep tonight, I was explaining to her that I had a “beauty parlor” appointment in the morning. She asked me about it, and I went on to explain that I was going to have color put on my hair. Kenley had a haircut this afternoon, so hair-dos have been a hot topic the last couple hours.
I told her that I have to paint color on my hair so that it will be pretty like hers. Here is how the conversation unfoloded- twas quite cute.
Britton- “Oh…. so you REALLY have dawk harah like me?! Dat is why your harah is black at the bottom and tan at the ends. Dat means dat I weally have the same harah color as you Mommy! (with a hugh smile on her face and big, wide blue eyes).
Me – “That’s right. You actually have the same hair color, brown, as me and your daddy. Kenley is the only one with blonde hair in our family.”
Britton – “How come?”
Me- “Well your Daddy and I had blonde hair when we were little”
Britton- intuitively concludes, “Well, den when she grows up she will probably have harah wike mine- long and brown”
Beauty shop 101. I love my girls!