Finally French Braids!

I have been waiting for Molly's hair to be long enough for French Braids since the day she was born. I think I've been so excited about it because that's how my mom fixed my hair nearly every day when I was little. Before school every day my mom would line me and my sisters up for the morning braids; the only decision we got to make is how many braids we wanted (I opted for three one morning-I'm sure if you can picture that look in your mind you can understand why I never asked for three again). Molly seems to be almost as excited about the new hairstyle as I am, although it's probably because I gush over how beautiful she looks after it's done. She's a real trooper to sit on the bathroom counter for ten minutes while I braid, and the funny thing is she says "ow, hurts" in a very monotone voice about every ten seconds. I think she knows that it doesn't really matter if she says it hurts because we're going to press on anyway, so she doesn't bother putting much effort into it. Isn't that cruel?