Hairy

We trimmed 2" off it the other day at the mall, but Greta's hair still falls in her face. Doesn't bother her, though. Last night we had taken a bath and were having a chocolate cookie for dessert when she turned her head to reveal what looked like brown paint in her blond locks. Pressed for what happened, she said she didn't know she was chewing her hair. I wasn't quick enough with the camera before Carey whisked her upstairs for a cleaning, but this photo is from earlier in the day.