Greta wouldn't stop complaining about how she wanted her supper early, so I solved that problem by making her sit and let me brush her beard out. She's good about letting me do it, but it's definitely not her favorite thing to do. Here's all the crap I combed out of it: (pleasant, right?)
My pretty grrrrl. I need to brush Jasmine's out too, but that involves asking 8 friends to come over to hold her down while I contort myself into bizarre positions to get to it. I'm just not up for it tonight.