My sister, "Auntie SaSa" to our kids, is a gifted hairstylist with only a husband and son's hair to play with on a daily basis. This less-than-cooperative sister likely shames her with my air-dry-then-pull-it-up-into-a-pony look, but my girls provide frequent opportunities for expression with a curling iron. Reagan wasn't terribly impressed with her curly locks, but Alyssa was all too ready to strike a pose.
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