This morning we were about to leave for the gym when I told Carly that it was time for me to do her hair. She informed me that she wanted a “bone”. At first I thought she said “bow”, but then I realized that bone = bun. A bun is what she wanted.Unfortunately for Bix, I told her that we were in a little bit of a hurry and that I would be happy to put her hair in a knot, but not a bun.
Which is what I did.
Which is what caused this reaction.
A full on crying fit from our strong-willed, very 3 year old little girl. Over a knot, instead of a “bone”. She is so three. Tears…screaming…no harmony.
Bone, Thugs…
4 comments:
hilarious.....i so feel your pain my friend!
I love it...and I love even more that your quick thinking mind grabbed the camera for a picture...ha!
wish i could take credit...i had already moved on to mg's hair! daddy caught this one! :)
that is seriously adorable!! she wanted a bone. I LOVE IT! and why is it that they are so precious when they're crying? look at her pretty face!
and you KNOW i love me some bone thugs!! reminds me of da probe. :)
Oh my, too cute! Yes, she is three... I know the feeling! :)
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