My youngest child - let's call him The Little Guy, because sometimes we do - has the loveliest curls around. And he absolutely hates them. To the point that he puts his head under the cold water tap to wash the curls out.
His frustration with his curls is immense. When people comment on how nice his hair is, he declares that his hair is stupid. He wishes he had cool straight hair. Where does he get this stuff from?
Of course, I dreaded his first proper haircut - which I put off for nearly three years (he is my last baby after all!) - because I thought that would be the end of the curls. Now, I sometimes wish that the haircut and the ones that followed had de-curlified his hair: it would make mornings a lot more calmer.
What am I saying? If it wasn't the curls, it would be something else. Cereal choice, which stool he sits on, his shoes, what's in his kindergarten lunchbox ... he's four years old. Throwing tantrums is his job!