Curly-Locks

This afternoon, for reasons I will never understand, Natalie requested curls in her hair.
My Natty Kat.
Little Miss Don't Touch My Hair.
Master of the Braid Picker.
Natalie. Asking for curlers.
I'm still in disbelief.
Not to be outdone, Ashley asked for hot rollers, too. Which meant our afternoon turned into spa day.
These 2 will be the best looking at their friends bowling birthday party tonight.
Because what goes better with a 7-10 split than luscious golden curls?

Waiting for her curls to set

Golden goodness

Apparently a few curls and she's suddenly Miss Sassy Pants
PS About 3 minutes later and she grabbed the hot curlers, even against my constant advice not to. Natty Kat's now rocking a lovely matching set of blisters on her thumb and index fingers. School of Hard Knocks.

Big Sister's turn

Natty Kat having some fun with my camera phone - I won't share the other 37 (no joke!) she captured

My very own Rapunzel 

I pray she never changes

Gorgeous

Someday this little bugger will get to play beauty salon, too

This is what happens when I step out of the room for .459132 seconds.