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!
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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?
Love the blog. Great pics, great story, great ending. You have quite a character there!!!!!
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DeleteI think this experience is a "right of passage" for many little girls. The way I look at it? It'll grow back. She's a cutie no matter what her hair looks like. Hugs and kisses...
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