A couple of months ago my daughters met a teenager with (check it) BLUE BANGS. Her whole head was not blue – only the bangs. It was the coolest. thing. ever. as far as Lilo & Stitch were concerned. After that, they actively looked for people with streaks or patches of bold color in their hair.
Lilo & Stitch also began to have intense discussions about what they would do with their hair when they were teenagers. They debated color options, placement of said color, and weather to also do their whole head a “real” color and then add a streak after. The day of their 13th birthday would be a BUSY one for their hairdresser, I tell you what.
But then I thought, “Why make them wait?” It would hurt nothing to let them get a color streak in their tawny locks. It may even help with any confidence/social issues. So I asked them if they wanted to go ahead and get the colors now.
When my ears had stopped ringing from their high-frequency squeals of delight, I called our hair person and asked her to book us an appointment for the normal trims PLUS color streaks for the little ones. She was delighted to do so. There was much excitement and anticipation of the salon visit from the Fokkerlings.
Well, we went and LO it was good. Lilo got a pink streak that is really fokking cute – especially in a pony tail or braids. Stitch went with a teal-green. That color in her short stand up tresses makes her look like an 80s punk rocker crossed with Shirley Temple. Baby Spock was adamant that we allow her to get a streak as well, so the stylist put a discreet dark blue stripe in my toddler’s dark brown hair. Basically, you can only see it if you are looking for it and the light is strong enough -- therefore both Mommy and Baby are content.
Spock was also determined to get her hair washed in the sink like Lilo & Stitch. The hairdresser was just going to use a spray water bottle to rinse Spock’s stripe, but Spock had seen the full head wash her sisters had gotten and wanted to be just like the big girls. The only trouble was the fact the sink terrified her. She was shaking like a leaf but implacable in her desire. Thus, both I and Sweet Babou had to make a human “chair” for her to lean back in so she felt safe and got her hair washed in the same manner as her sisters.
Y’all, they are all three so proud of their color streaks that they are fit to bust. They are also getting a ton of positive attention at school, which is helping Stitch feel less nervous about the newness of first grade. Plus, they have decided I am the best Mommy who has ever lived for letting them get their colors.
Imma count this as a win/win.