Auntie Jeet got the hairdresser treatment too, as did Nana. But this itch just could not be scratched away. So what better gift than a second-hand doll whose hair you can brush and comb and twist and "pony" and mess and unmess"?
We named her Madeleine...
But I do think I am on to something, our Nairobi-based friend - and hairdresser - Andrea named HER daughter Madeline...
And in case you wanted any proof that a)Seb likes to muck around with wacky hair-dos or b) that he likes to monopolise his sister's gifts or even manipulate her choices...
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