Margaret has been refusing to have a bow or any such thing in her hair ever since her arms got long enough to reach up to where they were, and claw them out.
On Sunday night, however, her uncle Brent decided that she needed a pony tail, stole a rubber band from one of the nearby heads (Char’s, actually. Thanks, Char!) and put one in.
It stayed.
But the secret, as I discovered this morning, is to put it in while she is being distracted by something else, like a buzzing cloud of cousins.
Or else she just respected Brent’s authority.
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