To Bow or not to Bow

Dee has no hair.  So I have a vast collection of bows attached to pantyhose that should prevent the “What a cute boy you have” syndrome if she’d actually leave them on instead of ripping them off with an urgent fury and then wrapping them around her neck.  

However, this morning she rubbed banana all over her head (she’s a genius and I wrote all about it in her baby book) and the banana dried in her peach fuzz while I conviced Lena to wear you know, clothes.  So I yanked a bow over the cemented banana (because the banana was totally clashing with the carrot she had rubbed into her shirt) and we were off. 

And this, people, is why my girls will never be prom queen.