I feel like I’m the last person who would give any type of advice on hair. The closest I’ve come to being a hair dresser was when I cut my best friends hair in 7th grade, put it in a plastic bag and hung it on my cork board in my bedroom. She clearly had to have it fixed and was in so much trouble for letting me do it (we were such bitches, we blamed in on our other best friend).
From the second my kids were born I’ve been making a mental list of the little attributes they got from me. His cute little nose and her lips: the good stuff. But, I’m pretty sure my oldest got my know-it-all attitude and drama: the WTF stuff.