Despite my attempts....it happened.
We were on the beach on our vacation, enjoying the sun and surf, when Miss E removed her hat and dumped an entire bucket of sand into her hair.
A black child's parents' worst nightmare!!!
I brushed out as much as I could by hand, yet hundreds, maybe thousands, of tiny grains settled into her ringlets and onto her scalp.
My attempted to remove more sand from her mane about an hour later. I stuck her entire head into the steady stream of water coming from the shower head for minutes. But a toddler being contained in this manner quickly becomes unhappy.
I then ran the tub faucet and stuck Miss E's hair under it, hoping the increased water pressure would force the sand down the drain.
That evening, Miss E wasn't sleeping well. I did what we've rarely done, and I brought her into our bed. Immediately my pillow was sprinkled with invisible, coarse grains of sand.
We've been home for a week now, and it will not surprise me one bit of I continue to find a trail of sand wherever Miss E goes. I guess I'll just have to be patient and know that it's not bothering Miss E, that life goes on, and that we'll never EVER own a sandbox.
As lovely as Miss E's hair is, it sure is a lot of work!