My own children will not let me braid their hair. No way. The most I will get to do is the occasional pony tail, and that's only Sally and only if she has gymnastics or I bribe her with candy. And I am not only a good french braider, I am a great french braider. I can also do regular braids, buns and an up-do. But because I am denied practice of these god given talents, I have taken to begging people in the writer's room to let me french braid their hair. Here I am working on Meg, the medical researcher. She loved it, by the way.
