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My daughter has Amy Winehouse hair!
My daughter is currently enjoying her third stint in a summer dance camp called Red Hotz and Lollipops.
It’s a two-week program for area preschoolers on up to high schoolers — boys and girls alike. The school-age kids have all-day practices (the Minipops just meet for two hours each day) at a Kettering church, culminating in weekend performances at University of Dayton’s Boll Theatre.
We love this camp. The instructors and assistants are energetic and encouraging, and the results they achieve in just a few short weeks is nothing short of astounding. The shows at UD are outrageously cute.
My daughter gets to dance and sing her little heart out: Something she can’t do at home because her big brother can’t stand her theatrical side. He’s constantly grousing at her to “quit humming!” and “stop singing at the table!”
The camp is a big confidence builder for her. At Red Hotz, she can finally let her hair down.
Or up, as the case may be.
One fun aspect of the program involves daily camp themes that incorporate kid favorites: Pajama Day, Stuffed Animal Day, Crazy Hat Day, and our personal favorite, Crazy Hair Day.
Which my daughter and I had been planning since last summer. Which was today, when we both slept in!
At 9 a.m. this morning she shook me awake with tears in her eyes, knowing we only had a half-hour to get ready for camp — to eat, wash, dress, pack a lunch, change baby brother’s diaper and fix the impatient tot a sippy cup, and create a masterful coif to rival anything a “Shear Genius” could craft.
But as we all know, moms work best under pressure. With the help of a plastic tumbler, two handfuls of hair gel, two dozen bobby pins and several assorted trinkets, here’s what we walked out the door with.
Enjoy your kids while they’re young. Hair today, gone tomorrow!
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