I remember my mom putting my hair into French braids when I was a kid. I love it -- I felt so elegant in them, and I felt especially loved for all the effort that they took in my super-fine limp hair.
Lisel's hair is finally (now that she's 4 1/2) getting long enough to braid. She requested "lots of braids" after her bath today, so this is my first attempt.
She, too, feels really beautiful in them (even though they're clearly lacking in the workmanship department).
Josephine, though she has almost no hair yet (at nearly 3) couldn't be left out.