She woke up this morning and dressed herself all in red.
It's your favourite colour, Mama! Do you like it?
Of course I like it. I adore it. I adore her.
Can you put a bun in my hair? Please? Way up high? Because I have long hair now?
Of course I can. She couldn't have been any more proud. Feeling good about yourself matters, and sometimes that means feeling good about how you look. It means dressing in a red shirt, a red skirt, and red stripy pants. It means wearing a bun because your little hair is now (almost) long enough.
Where is Papa? He'll want to see.
Papa is already at work. Should we take a picture and send it to him?
Oh, yes. He'll like that.
And so we did. And he did.
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