'Mommy, I want short hair.'
'Well, let's talk about that a little.'
'Can I cut my own hair?'
'Absolutely not. . . Lucy, Did you already cut your own hair?'
That's how it started. Then, there was some talking, a chunk of hair found underneath the kitchen table, the dreaded consequence of no scissors for a week. But, all's well that ends well, right?
Here is her long hair, you can just barely make out a piece that she cut.

Here you can see some of it a little better (on the left side of the picture). It really could have been a lot worse. But, it is still quite a bit shorter than the rest of her hair.

I decided that I shouldn't try to fix it by myself, so I took her to my salon. Which. . . she LOVED!
Here she is at the beginning of the cut. She is smiling in the mirror.

When she was getting her hair dried, she was laughing and giggling the whole time. It tickled.

Here she is with her stylist, Amy. She loves her new shorter hair.

Today, she was bummed that she still couldn't use the scissors.