The girls really wish they had curly hair. Sadly, my ultra-straight locks seem to be dominant. You would think that out of five, we could have had one child inherit Matthew's curls. So the other night I put their hair in pin curls which brings back memories of Saturday evenings, watching Fantasy Island, while my mom combed out small sections of hair, twisted it around her fingers, and criss-crossed two bobby pins so tightly our heads ached. I think that it is a little too humid here, but the girls still loved their hair in the morning. We will try this again I am sure.