Beach Hair Don't Care (Except I Do Care)

Day four of our annual Outer Banks trip and I need to have a serious conversation with Sophie about her hair situation.

Beach Hair Don’t Care (Except I Do Care)

Like, how is she naturally achieving what I spend forty minutes and three different products trying to create? She literally rolled out of bed looking like a Pantene commercial while I’m over here with what can only be described as ‘aggressive beach frizz.’

Post-beach hair game is strong this morning

Marcus thinks it’s hilarious that I’m jealous of our four-year-old’s hair game. Easy for him to say - he’s been sporting the same sunburned tourist look for three days straight and somehow thinks that’s charming. (It is, but that’s beside the point.) Sophie keeps asking why I keep touching her hair and I don’t know how to explain that Mommy is having a small identity crisis about follicular genetics. Tomorrow we head home and back to reality, which means Sophie’s beach waves will disappear and I’ll go back to my straightening iron like a civilized person. But for now, I’m just going to sit here with my coffee and pretend I’m not plotting to steal hair products from a preschooler.