She’s growing up, and her wispy baby bangs are reaching downwards to her nose, further each day, advancing in an inexorable march to making her look like a shaggy puppy.
So I put a bow in her hair.
She seems a little perturbed about it. In fact, one of the more amusing things that one can do with her hair is to put it in a bow so that she can still see the bow, and then, like a puppy chasing its tail, she will turn her head to get a better look at the bow.
Cruel? Yes. But also kind of funny.