I have good news and bad news.
The good news is Ella has conquered her fear of haircuts.
The bad news is, she enjoyed the haircut I gave her so much, that she decided to take another whack at it while I wasn't looking.
I thought I caught her before she did any damage. All I found on the floor was a little strand of hair, and her pigtails looked intact. So, disaster averted.
And then, later, I was stroking her sweet curly hair, and it just started coming out in my hand. I cannot even describe how traumatizing this was for me. I nearly wept. And that is hard to admit, because I consider myself pretty hardcore.
Ah well, the damage is done. And hair grows. That has been my mantra. Hair grows.
But I haven't had the heart to throw out the hair. So, there it sits in a jar on my counter.