The incident

Kendree, my darling middle child, has always loved scissors.

Loved them.

And actually, she had some pretty serious skills when it comes to scissors (for a 2/3 year old at least).

A few days after her birthday, on February 21, the inevitable happened.

Kendree cut her hair.

I should have taken a picture of just how much hair it was, but this was not a "one lock of hair" experiment.  She meant business.

Here's the picture of the damage at the salon:

Let's just remember that she had NO bangs before this incident and while the stylist had parted and combed it a bit, she hadn't done any other trimming. In fact, she asked me if I had trimmed it up a bit at home and I told her that no, everything that had been done had been Kendree's doing.  The stylist then said that she actually did a really good job. (Not so sure that is something I want her to know...).

Now, she has bangs that essentially start at the middle of the top of her head, but since she did it, I guess that is what she wants.

This girl. Gotta love her.  Gotta make sure she has an early bedtime.