When I was a little girl my Mom use to recite this poem to me all the time...
There was a little girl
With a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good
She was very very good.
And when she was bad
She was horrid!
I have been reminded of this all week because Piper has had the perfect curl right in the middle of her forehead. See for yourself.
5 comments:
cute! love the poem!
Adorable. Don't all the other kids have straight hair??
That is too cute, ya, where did those curls come from?
Can I just say DARLING!!
Seriously, could she be any cuter!!
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