little girls, little curls

I have two beautiful girls who look only vaguely alike. In fact, they look different enough that I've had random strangers ask if they really are sisters. Sometimes I consider answers as awkward as such a question but usually refrain.

My little Butterfly has auburn curls. Like tiny little springs, they bounce with energy and excitement, shining with brilliant color. Think Shirley Temple, but natural. Like Annie, but better formed, smoother curls. It's beautiful and irresistible. Ever since she was six months old, I have been asked on a weekly basis if her curls are natural. I consider the absurdity and stupidity of perming a baby's hair and politely answer it is. And then occasionally have to ask this complete stranger to not touch my child.

My little Ladybug has softer and smoother hair. It's more gentle and subtle than her sister but silky soft. Most shocking, her hair is straight, curling only slightly at the tips of her pigtails. Her hair is a soft brown color but hidden behind her right ear is a patch of blonde, so small that you never see it unless you know its there. She is exquisite and her gentle, wispy hair frames her sweet face suggesting innocence and grace (dont be fooled, she's secretly mischievous, which is even more devious because we are so unsuspecting).

Today at church, Ladybug repeatedly shook her bottle, splashing drops of water into her hand. She rubbed her hands together and then patted her hair before reaching for the bottle again.

Most days, the girls don't mind me doing their hair. Butterfly likes when I let her pick pigtails or wearing a flower and usually insists on brushing my hair too. She thinks its magic. Ladybug sits with us, playing with the comb and mimicking us until its her turn. She tends to wiggle away as fast as she can so I've learned to be quick.

Did I mention they're beautiful?

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