Her name is Taylor.
And she is a scissor happy three year old.
Her latest scissor stunt included some very unfortunate little ponies, puppies, and a chunk of hair near ear.
Basically: there was no “hiding” that mess.
So, we had to even it out and cut the rest of her hair to her ears.
And even though it was save-able, and she looks pretty cute, I told her that if she ever cut her hair again, I would shave her head bald.
And I mean it.
Now our daily conversations involve DadGuy telling her she is the prettiest little boy he knows.
“Dirls and Boys BOF haf ‘dis tinds of hair tuts.”
translation: girls and boys both have this kinds of hair cuts.
And then, without fail, Thaddeus says, “Yeah… like Justin Bieber.”
Sidenote 1: My kids are awesome.
Sidenote 2: I hope she still has hair when it’s wedding time.
Sidenote 3: like her shirt? We got it from Green Jello With Carrots.