I love my daughter, but I'm not naive. Shes a terror and an instigator. I've known for 4 years that if she ever got her hands on scissors the first thing that would be gone is her (or Zachs) hair. We've done a decent job of hiding the scissors, but apparently a pair got away from us. She gave herself a haircut yesterday. It wasn't just a little haircut. She cut from her part to her ear. Since her hair is so curly, it wasn't totally noticeable if you just glanced at her, but I knew.
We took her to get another haircut this morning. Its so short. I miss her long, bouncy curls. She has boy hair now and I don't like it. She said she likes it, but she hasn't looked excited about it yet. I hope she didn't get my really slow growing hair gene.
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