Yellow ribbons is his hair
Ambrose sighed heavily as he looked at the pouting girl before him. Her bright yellow dress was wrinkled from her sitting improperly on it and the front was now slightly damp from the recently shed tears.
"Now princess, it doesn't look that bad."
"Yes it does." A sniffle followed and the man had to hold back a grin. "She knows I don't like yellow. I could stand the dress alone but all these ribbons!" DG tore a few more out of her hair and threw them on the ground with disgust.
"Now DG, you'll hurt your mother's feelings if she sees all these ribbons she worked so hard on laying on the ground." He kneeled down and picked one of the yellow strips up, holding it loosely in his fingers. "They really aren't that terrible, are they?"
"They are to me, I won't wear them!" The tears began to well up in her eyes again, her lips protruding slightly and quivering in a pout. Ambrose knew he had precious little time before she began another tantrum and caught the attention of her mother. The Queen would surely be hurt at her daughter's blatantly dislike for the dress she had had made especially for the spring festival. So he took the strip of cloth in his hand and brought it up to his own hair. DG slowly looked up at him and the look of youthful anger upon her face changed to curiosity.
"See? It doesn't look that bad!" He smiled and put his arms out to his sides in triumph when he had finished. The princess only giggled at him. Ambrose pretended to look hurt. "You don't like it?" The man hung his head so she couldn't see the corners of his mouth twitching. "I thought I looked pretty."
A pair of small hands pushed against his shoulders, forcing him to sit up straight. They then moved up to where the ribbon was and untied it, then retied it.
"There!" DG sat back and admired her work. "You did it wrong."
"Apparently so." Ambrose gathered the other yellow strips that littered the floor of his lab then stood, picking up a giggling princess in the process. He sat them down in his chair, positioning her on his knees. "Well, I'll look silly with just one in my hair." He handed her the others and smiled. "Do your worst."
Hours later another young princess wandered into the lab looking for her sister.
"DG, are you in here? Mother wants us to take-" Az stopped in front of Ambrose's chair and smiled. The girl then held up a camera to photograph her sleeping younger sister perched in the dozing scientist's lap, both drooling with yellow ribbons in their hair.