Bathing Beauty and Bad Hair Days

So, she can't focus her eyes and she isn't even aware that she has hair, but yesterday she had her first "bad hair day." Chad had laid her down in her crib for a nap. She quickly woke up when not in someone's cozy arms (she has been a little cat-nappy lately) and she was crying when I got to her room. As I looked in her crib, I noticed that she had one of her little clenched fists grabbing the hair on the back of her head and she was crying big crocodile tears. I felt several things at once pity and yet an urge to laugh at the ridiculousness of it. The poor little girl didn't even know she was causing her own pain.