As I type this, Katarina is giving me pin curls. Which seems to mostly consist of spraying water all over me, twisting my hair, and then sticking bobby pins into my head.
I remember sitting on the couch behind my mother, and playing with her hair while we watched movies. I would pull out every single hair bow, clip, and barrette I owned. My goal was to fit all of them into her shoulder-length hair.
It is clear that Katarina has a more focused plan for her hair styling efforts. And I might just have curly hair for the restart of school, which will make me a very fancy mom.
So the important question is...who is going to bring me 6am coffee so I can wake up tomorrow?