Ryan was holding Emery the other night and he said "you have really got to do something about this hair of hers. It looks like she stuck her finger in a light socket or something". She had just got up from a nap, I might add. So, after consulting her hairdresser, aka "black grandma", we decided to get rid of her mullet and trim the top. It looks a lot better now. She was happy at first but decided it wasn't much fun. I tried to tell her that this is the price you pay to be beautiful but she didn't care.