Madeline has this little habit. Towards the end of a meal, when she’s starting to get tired, she’ll start eating something and then run her fingers through her hair. Kills me every time. There is no skipping a bath with this one, trust me.
She loves, loves, loves mandarin oranges. To the point that I’m not going to be surprised one bit if her skin becomes aglow with the color orange very soon. Every day, she eats about 3/4 cup of them, and grins from ear to ear when she sees them on her tray.
Tonight as she was rounding her last bite, I saw the fingers heading for her hair.
“No, Madeline, let me wash your hands off first.” Oh how she hates that. We don’t affectionately call her “Dirty Girl” for nothing. She loathes being cleaned up after a meal.
She beat me to it and when she was done, this is what her hair looked like:
Each time, they took a picture and showed her and she was laughing away, thoroughly enjoying herself.
Every last one of them.
But the very best kind.