Why is it that the Sunday morning ritual of styling little girls' hair is always so traumatic? Its like this tradition, passed on from Mother to daughter, a rite of passage of sorts. They beg for some pretty hairstyle, then scream the entire time I'm doing it. Or, I insist that they look decent, so I comb their hair and they scream the entire time I'm combing it. I've grown less sympathetic by now.. I've tried everything to make it hurt less, and usually during the week I avoid it as much as I can. The girls love having their hair braided, but hate me the entire time I'm doing it. What drama!