With Jenna gone, I've had to fix Campbell's hair the past two days. Yesterday morning she stood in front of her mothers vanity while I brushed it and then popped it into the ONE thing I can do-a ponytail. She turned around and said "No Daddy I'm wearing a braid today." She must have seen the look on my face because she quickly went into the explanation of splitting it into three and mimicking what to do. I'd seen it done so I shrugged and went to work.
The first attempt had about 3 turnovers (even Google doesn't seem to know what each part of the braid is called) and it was real loose. "You have to do it higher and make sure all 3 are the same size." Her patience was amazing. I nodded and did it again. It wasn't as bad but it also didn't go straight down her head. She looked in the mirror.
Then she turned around to where I was sitting in Jenna's chair, PUT HER HAND ON MY SHOULDER, and said, "You know I'm kind of in the mood to wear my hair in a ponytail."
