I turned my head, and there she stood, head bent over the garbage can, tiny hands holding kitchen shears and a handful of hair.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” I screamed as I ran over and took the scissors out of her hands.
“I telled you I want haircut,” she says, “my hairs no bouncing!” she explained.
Solution: a layered bob with bangs (or as she calls them, “little hairs”)
Her explanation below:
Good thing she’s cute
She’s lucky she’s cute.
You know, usually.
P.S. Do you like her dinosaur costume?
