There once was a little girl
With an efficacious curl
In the middle of her pretty forehead!
And everywhere she went,
her little horse was sure to follow
kindly, ever so.
A union of nursery rhymes, because they fit. My little sister~ when she was 2 or 3~ had a blonde ringlet that sat right in the middle of her forehead & boinged as she walked. Now that she's grown, we pull her curls loosely up into a bun...& there is always a pony or doll or something special tagging closely behind.
Today is full of pretty!