So, we were on our way out the door the other day - where we had someplace to be at a certain time, when suddenly I notice this.
Yep, that's squash in her hair, people. (I washed her face so well after lunch. How she managed to do this without me noticing is beyond me.)
Did I have time to wash it? Nope.
Did I put a cute hat on her to cover it up? You bet your bottom dollar I did.
Personally, I didn't think it was that big of a deal, but apparently, Kaylee was rather angry that I would let such a sophisticated young lady as herself go gallivanting around town with squash stuck in her hair.
I think this last look was her attempt to guilt me into washing her hair before we left. Sorry, kid. Not happening.