Brooklyn, our 3 year old, is somewhat obsessed with her hair. Her hair is very long, and adults frequently make comments along the lines of 'you have such pretty long hair!'. When her cousins came to visit at Thanksgiving, she identified herself by saying, 'I'm three, I have long hair, and I can whistle.'
When she initially learned her colors, we taught her to say her hair is yellow. "Mommy and Brooklyn have yellow hair, Daddy and Sydney have brown hair." Now that she's getting more cultured, we've been teaching her to say that her hair is blond. However, she's so fixated on her hair being long, she's convinced that I'm saying the word incorrectly. "No, Daddy. I have long, blong hair." If it has to do with her hair, it has to be a variation of long.
As her hair had gotten below her waist, Krista had tried to get her excited about getting a haircut. She even took her to a place called Sweet & Sassy, which is basically a Chuck E Cheese but with haircuts. Brooklyn loved the place until she learned the intent was to get her to cut her beautiful long, blong hair, and then she threw a fit.
Then, last week, Brooklyn announced that she wanted to get a haircut. Krista couldn't believe it, but she hastily made an appointment. Brooklyn went in and did a good job keeping still, and came out with a sucker and a new bow. Her hair is still long (and blong), just not as much.
