I unsuspectingly walked into the bathroom on Tuesday and found a collection of brownish-black hair, about 6 inches long, on the top of the trashcan.  The strands had clearly been cut off of someone’s beautiful head with scissors.  It didn’t take me long to put together where they came from.

Sigh.

I guess it was bound to happen one day.  Everyone experiments with cutting their hair at least once, right?  Fortunately she had nice, long locks to work with.  I had actually been trying to get her to agree to a haircut to make mornings a little easier, but she has refused for months.  So I guess she finally took matters into her own hands.  Snip, snip!  When I asked her what happened and got the inevitable shoulder shrug in response, I told her I would have been more than happy to give her a haircut if she asked.  So to shape up her handiwork, that’s what I did.  The rest got chopped off and I gotta say, it’s pretty cute.  I think she just grew up by two years!

Oh sweet girl.

The boys saw me snapping a picture of her new ‘do and just had to get in on the action too.  Which I’m pretty happy about, isn’t this shot precious?  I always love seeing my babies together.