It kills me that my kids never want me to muck with their hair. Maybe had I been the kind of mom that combed her kid's hair into cute hairstyles each day when they were younger, they'd be used to it, and sit while I styled away. Now, most mornings, I run a brush through their hair, to the sound of shreiks, and still, we come to school with hair full of sleep-induced personality. HOWEVER, the heavens shone down upon us the other day because I was able to get Avery to wear a pony tail! Look how DARN CUTE she looked! By about 10 am at school it had completely fallen out though.