An Elizabeth Story

The other day we were driving down the road and Elizabeth started to cry in the back row of the van. She was strapped into her car seat, and when I looked in my rear view mirror I saw her head cocked to the side with her hand near her ear. I thought her earring was caught in her coat so I told her not to move her head and mommy would help her real quick. I got to a safe place, pulled the van over, and climbed back to her.

Was it her earring? No, her beautiful, curly hair was stuck to the Velcro of her coat. Does this tell you anything about her hair's texture? Poor little thing!