Hair

She was playing quietly. I could hear her talking softly to someone or herself. Then I heard crying. I asked, through her closed door, are you okay? She responded, "I sprayed my eyes!" I immediately opened the door, knowing she had gotten out the de-tangler for kids I use on her hair when I put it in pigtails. I was tempted to give her a stern speech about not using that stuff. I began with, "Chloe, you may not get out that spray." She said, in a tiny little voice, "but I wanted to make my hair pretty for you." I, of course, melted. I knelt down beside her and said, "Chlo, you can't use it by yourself." She comes back with, "But it says to use it by yourself." I laughed. She is still rubbing her eyes with soaked hands. I now realize that she is drenched in the stuff! We went to the bathroom to get a washcloth and wipe away tears and product. She was concerned that I not wipe too much off. I noticed various clips in her hair. She had certainly made an effort! I wish I had pictures!