Thursday, December 28, 2000

Hair Sucker

Kelly sucks her hair. Whenever it gets long enough to reach her mouth, she twirls it into a neat little loop and starts sucking, chewing. We began by keeping her hair short, but as she's gotten older, she's really taken an interest in growing her hair out. So we compromised by making a deal. Wear a barette to keep the hair out of your face and we'll let it grow, so long as it is neat.

Unfortunately, it got long enough that it whipped around anyway, and here we are again. So tonight Jean and Kelly had a confrontation, and out came the scissors. Just a nip, enough to get it away from her mouth again. But Kelly has clear notions of body space and ownership, and she was furious. Apparently she intends to skip daycare tomorrow, and isn't coming to our "New Year's Party" this weekend. That's where we stay up and bang pots and pans to scare away the bad spirits for another year "qbullet.smiley".

I got called in as judge, and I assured Kelly that her hair was not mangled by the trim. She isn't buying it, but she got cheerful enough when I started playing with her, so I expect she'll adjust.

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