Growing up I had long long hair. I had long, long hair that I hated having brushed. I am not sure how my mom put up with me having long hair that I never wanted to get brushed, but she is extremely patient like that (something I am yet to inherit). When I was little she would do my hair in cute different ways, but as I got older I just always wore it down.
In fact, in junior high someone once asked me why I never wore my hair in a pony tail. I remember going home and trying a pony tail and thought I looked funny, (eek I could see my ears!) so down it would come. Eventually I got over this and now often look the best with a pony tail or my hair up.
But my years of aversion have led to something.. I really am not good at doing hair. Twice when I dropped Alex off at two different friends' houses, her hair was done when I picked her up. I will try and give Alex little pony tails, when she will sit still to get them, they look cute-ish at first with a few stray hairs and bumps throughout. Today for church she agreed to a pony tail. It looked cute, we even took some pictures, but yet there were still all the little hairs and bumps everywhere and halfway through sacrament meeting it had fallen out.
So, I guess I either need to somehow learn quickly or my poor Miss Alex will just be out of luck.