This morning as Hannah was chewing her way through her toast and discarding the crusts, I attempted to negotiate some crust-eating. And by negotiation, I mean bribe. With chocolate. Doesn’t everyone do that? heh.
Anyway, her response to my request to eat the crusts was: “But I want to have plaits!”
Me: “You can have plaits. I’ll do them after. Now eat your crusts!”
Han: “Noooooo. I want plaiiiiiiiittttttttsssssss!”
At which point I was thoroughly confused. Then she elaborated her whinge…
“I don’t waaaaaaaant curly haaaaaaaaair!”
Me: “Ohhhhhhhhh right. Errrr.”
Apparently, somewhere along the way someone has given Hannah the “if you eat your crusts, your hair will go curly!” line.