It's a rite of passage. Or something.
We have come to that time.
I picked up ABear from a playdate one afternoon to discover she had cut her own hair. Her friend had kindly offered to "even it out" for her. Do I laugh or put on my stern-mother hat?? Well, which would you do?
A trip to the salon turned her into a mini Uma Thurman. Gah!
So we raced home and took her hair into our own hands. Nothing to do about those bitty bangs. Perhaps this is the appropriate look to accompany our toothless wonder of a girl?