Poco Mountain Girl

So of course, she cut them herself. Alone in the closet.

We found her in a pile of curls, a newly found pair of baby scissors in hand. I just stared. Deja vu, all over again.

“Baby, I thought you weren’t ever going to cut your hair again.”

She avoided my eyes and stood up, skipping lightly past me. “You know, Mamma, sometimes little girls have to cut their hair. And their mammas just have to say, ‘Oh, you shouldn’t have done that’.”

Oh, really.

But I have to say, for a haircut in the dark with baby scissors and no mirror, she did a terrific job (much better than last time.) I hardly needed to fix it at all. I think the practice is really benefitting her, and she’ll probably be cutting all our hair before long. Then maybe an in-home business…at least till she learns to pedal a tricycle down to the nearest salon.

I kind of like her new haircut. It brings out her little freckles.

And her silliness.

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