Yeah...I know, most kids do this at least once.
I mean, I remember being much older and trying to cut my hair at my Grandma's house. And, I did learn one thing about myself through this process...I'm pretty humble when it comes to myself...but I'm much too proud and concerned about my daughter and her appearance. A lesson well learned as I've had to learn to love the "new" haircut just as much as the cute piggy tails she used to sport. Underneath it all, she's still my Noodle and I still adore her.
But, when I walked into the room where she'd been watching a movie during one of my "hurry and get these quilts completed by Christmas" sessions, I must admit...I FREAKED! And of course, it HAD to be 5 days before Christmas! I couldn't believe how high she'd climbed and how resourceful she'd been to get my very sharp and pointy gingher embroidery scissors. But most of all, I couldn't believe the HUGE pile of hair she'd been collecting in front of her on the bed.
My Mom kept it in perspective when she mentioned how many times those sharp scissors approached her eyes and face to no avail, she wasn't hurt.
Well, we're here for our first ever salon haircut. Not quite the reason for which I had hoped...