(Notice the pretzel stick obsession?)
I straightened Giovanna’s hair the other day; and not because I wanted to. We were recovering from a lice infestation (more on that later) and I needed to be 200% sure that my little girl’s head was no longer a breeding ground.
Although I did not see one nit or bug as I worked through her baby fine curls in itty bitty sections, I still found comfort in knowing that the heat from the flat iron killed even those sneaky invisible ones.
How did I pull it off? After all, Giovanna is a very squirmy toddler; she can’t sit still long enough to eat a full meal or even fall asleep without a hand or a warm body to snuggle.
I put her in front of a Dora episode in which Dora uses a magical brush to make her hair longer (and later becomes a true princess), and I told Giovanna that the hair straightener was also a magical brush that would give her long princess hair.
After that, it was easy.