Bed head

This morning I was making pancakes in the kitchen and Evelyn is sounding very upset in the family room. I come around the corner and ask what's wrong and Evelyn had climbed up in the computer chair so she could see herself in the mirror that's on the wall. She was crying and getting herself all worked over her hair saying, " I don't like the curls (repeat repeat repeat), I don't want heart hair!" and she was right. By the time I got the camera out she had pulled at the one side, but both sides were perfectly poofed and her hair really did look like a heart. Awwww.