They Stayed

The next morning, Piper sat at the table, minding her own business and drinking a mug of milk, when I noticed her.








She and those curls ambushed me! I'm not to blame!




I think Piper missed the Curly-Hair boat on which she was intended to ride.




They just fit. It was as if she'd never had anything but these wonderful corkscrews spilled all over.



I didn't wash her hair, and they bounced around and taunted us all week.





It's a good thing I finally gave her a bath, and the matted curls turned back into smooth, straight hairs again.

I don't think I could have resisted the onslaught for much longer.