Tonight. I didn’t particularly plan on giving her a haircut tonight, but the choice was not left up to me.
See, she got a lovely pair of childrens scissors while with my mom at the wedding. We brought them back since she loves to cut paper. She was helping me cut yarn, and I had given her a few scraps to cut up. I walked in the other room for a few minutes. She came over to tell me she wanted a hair cut. I said “Bug, if you cut your hair with those scissors, I will have to take them away.” She showed me a handful of hair, I was already too late! I gasped, and she began to cry. She was terribly upset but by that time I was in fits of giggles.
She didn’t take a hunk out of the front or cut it up so high that she had really short pieces sticking out but she sure had cut a lot of hair! It looked like someone had done a terrible job with some thinning shears. So I cut it up as short as it would go in the back and tried to layer them in. It looks ok, decent. I may get it fixed better than I can do, but at least it will look ok for church tomorrow.
I am still giggling! We called Nana and PopPop, she told them that she got 2 haircuts tonight, and that she wasn’t ever going to do that again!