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.
3 comments:
Jessica, that is seriously so sad! I think I'd keep the hair, too.
Maybe we can take it to someone and they can make some art project that you could frame and keep on your wall. I've heard of hair art . . . seriously!
Hair definitely grows, just like your ambitious little girl. :) I think they all have to try that at least once, right?
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