In Which Our Heroine’s Mother Rethinks Her Opinion On Bows

I have, in my time, thought many cruel and perhaps unjustified things about hairbows, particularly when they were inserted into my hair. 

Margaret, however, is growing hair down beyond her eyebrows.  She doesn’t have enough for it to be a problem yet, but I can see the day fast approaching where it will be.  And perhaps by that point, she’ll have enough hair that trimming the bangs won’t seem so unfair to me, but at this moment, it seems like she doesn’t have enough hair for me to take any away.

Which brings us to barrettes.

 

They don’t bother her at all.

And she’s snickering at me, I think, for all the thought I’m expending on something that she couldn’t care less about.

 

Humph.