Already Beautiful

I took Sarah to get her hair trimmed on Saturday afternoon. She knew this outing was completely about her, and she took full advantage of it chattering nonstop to the hair stylist for the entire 15-20 minutes we were there. You just have to love kids with their reveal-all natures and brutal honesty. After informing her stylist that our neighbor who normally cuts her hair is taking a break from cutting hair (she has carpal tunnel, and Sarah has only been to her once - but it's her "normal" hair cutter), Sarah jabbered on about her brothers, and a bunch of other stuff that made very little sense to the stylist. And then she added, "What's that shiny gold thing in your nose?!" and "Why is that lady over there getting her hair PAINTED?!" We and the lady getting her hair painted, I mean dyed, were the only one's in the shop, so everyone heard every little exclamation Sarah made. Luckily, the stylist was very cute with her, explained her nose ring very appropriately, and didn't seem offended at all. After which, Sarah declared that she would never do any of THOSE things and loves her hair just the color it is! I'm glad that she's happy with who she is and knows that she's beautiful, and I'll enjoy that for now because who knows how long it will last.