I wish I could leave it like that. But the reality is this:
In two seconds it is in her face, and her hands are kept busy with unskillfully brushing it away.
And completely unrelated, but aren't kids somehow cuter when they're in their jammies? I want to squeeze them more when they're covered in fuzzy fleece.
Now, pardon me while I look at the beautiful, shiny, brushed hair one more time, and trick my brain into remembering it as an everyday look for Katie.