I may have struck gold the other night. I don't call upon my mother's mothering guide too much but this time it worked.
"Hey, Ella. Why don't you go get all of your hair clips and your brush and come style mommy's hair!"
I was not a rambunctious child so I can only figure my mother asked me to style her hair simply because it was relaxing to her. Even so, I applied the task with a different purpose and it worked like magic.
You would have thought I'd suggested ice cream and cake for dinner. She brushed and clipped and talked to me about all kinds of things while an hour and a half went by in the blink of an eye. Airlie sat next to be on the floor surrounded by lots of toys. Occasionally she's look up, a bit bewildered at the transformation.
Here's a look at Ella's creation!
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