In Rowan's case, the age of three, "No, Mommy don't get my hair wet." Oh wise girl, she had no shower cap on so she knew she had to protect her newly ponytailed and braided hair courtsey of Oma the best way she could as I fiddled with the showerhead.
And in Layla's case, the age of one. At one, she was my human Lojac if I woke up, she woke up. There was no slippin' out of bed without Layla sensing it, then instantly waking up, and holding her hands up to be taken wherever I was going. But after spending another tireless day taking down my hair, I simply washed it and left the conditioner in overnight. In the morning, I would wake up, rinse out the conditioner, blow dry, and be finished. At 3AM, I eased out of bed without Layla making a peep. And at 3:30AM when I turned the blowdryer on to comb out and dry that first section in the back, my baby slept right through it. She slept through the whole blowdrying process. Even at the tender age of one, she knew you don't come between a woman and her blowdryer or a woman and her hair time.
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