Do you know the rhyme? It’s one my mother said to me. Often. And for good reason. It goes like this:
There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good she was very, very good, but when she was bad she was horrid!
Here’s a photo of my little girl when she was about five or six months old. (A scan once again. My apologies.) It was taken just after a bath, and her hair had curled up so beautifully…. and then that little lock of hair that kept falling onto her forehead in an adorable little curl….. Oh how my heart melted! I just had to photograph her there and then.
I wasn’t to know how predictive that photo would be. She’s lost the curl, but not the attitude! (Click here to see a recent photo of her…. and no, I don’t straighten her hair.)