To say I can’t cope with my daughter’s hair is an understatement.
To avoid me having to touch it and unleash the screaming banshees, my mum with her infinite wisdom and patience takes Lydia into the local black barber’s every 4/5 weeks to get Lydia’s hair braided.
This time, though, Lydia didn’t feel like sitting there for over 2 hours. She decided to forgo the replaiting of the cornrows and let it all out.
It’s already proving unfeasible for the long term (all that brushing, all that hair product, all that pain!), so I thought I’d better capture the beautiful hair while it was still out.
Usually it’s ‘Mummy I wish I had hair like yours’. At the moment, while it remains bouncy, it’s great to see her looking so happy with her full natural afro and making a real effort to brush it herself. So far.
Oh, and then she blew some bubbles.
Follically challenged people (and those without big bubble wands), you might want to turn away now.