While at Queenie's house for Thanksgiving I stumbled upon these curly wigs. I put one on and walked out to see Grace. I thought it would scare her, but instead her response surprised me.
She said, "Oh, Momma! You haff turly hair dust like me! You look bew-ful. Dust like me!"
(Oh, Momma! You have curly hair just like me! You look beautiful! Just like me!)
Then David put the green wig on and she liked it, too!
Then we put my wig on Grace and she loved it!
She kept looking in the mirror at her "long, turly hair. It's so long!" (long, curly hair. It's so long!)
She really wants long hair. It's hard to believe that her hair is halfway down her back when it's wet. But when it's dry it just curls right up to her head. You can't tell which end is growing out; it's so curly. I love her hair.
And I'm glad to see that she's starting to want to keep it curly. For the longest time she kept saying she wanted it "scrait!" (straight).
Faith didn't like Queenie with green curly hair.
But Grace liked everyone's hair so much she wanted to take a picture of us.
She's quite talented with the camera.
She gets pictures from interesting and very different angles.
She would wind it up and snap picture after picture. Just like it's supposed to be used. Too bad we didn't have any film for it. I would love to see how her pictures turned out. And see things from her perspective. Grace kept looking at the back of the camera to review her photos, but this camera doesn't have an LCD screen. It's my dad's old 35mm Pentax from 30 years ago. Regardless though, Grace looks like a professional photographer. And she's only 3...
Maybe she will be a photographer when she grows up. My little curly haired photographer.
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