Her hair is often out of control, and it only makes sense that the accessories would follow suit. So we set up shop in Abby's bedroom, piled all the hair bows and bands in the middle of the floor, and set to work sorting them in an unused tackle box I found in the garage.
"Is this a special Mommy-Abby date?" my darling daughter asked me as she carefully removed some tiny hair clips from their cardboard holder.
It sure is, I told her. And following her instructions, I spent the next 45 minutes helping her sort clips, ribbons, bows and bands into very specific piles.
There were piles for sparkly things with sequins, and piles for sparkly things with glitter. There were piles for hair bands with curly ribbons attached, and for plain hair bands.
Polka dotted bows go here, striped bows there, and solid color bows were arranged according to size and hung on the back of her door.
Hair bands that were deemed too stretched out from being wound around one too many ponytails were discarded. Hair bands that could fit around her wrist and double as bracelets found their own special place in the tackle box next to a couple of necklaces we found under the bed. Small hairbands -- "these are tiny, for tiny pigtails, Mommy" -- were paired according to color.
When we finished sorting, we found a place for everything in the tackle box. Places of honor were given to any item that was pink, or glittery. Then Abby closed the box, handed it to me, and gave her final instruction.
"Put these up high, Mommy," she insisted, "so Jacob doesn't eat them."
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