In an attempt to make myself feel more womanly, I dyed my hair for the first time in years, get rid of the grey bits and all that (not that grey isn’t womanly). H then needed feeding once the dye was washed out.
So I got her ready – she looked at me, her face crumpled – she could barely get the cry out, she was that distraught. She wanted to be as far away from me as possible – which is quite crushing when you realise it’s you making her cry.
Fortunately, a quick google says that babies hate the hair dye smell – though even that was difficult to find. Phew though…
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