Well. I guess I knew it would happen someday.

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This has been brought back from the archives from last year around the same time to enjoy this week.

My daughter has long amazing hair. She has had pigtails since she was 6 weeks old, no kidding. Tiny ones, but they were there. I mean look at this little cute face.

I grew my hair till I was in the 10th grade. My dad wouldn’t let me cut it. Then I went out and cut it SO short and have kept it that way half my life. Once you cut, its so hard to grow back out. So I always knew that I wanted my daughter to keep the tradition alive and have long gorgeous hair. Plus, its something external I can grab if she takes off running in a parking lot. *kidding..sorta*

Charlotte went and had a hair trim last week. She went to the salon and had a professional hair wash (smelled like chocolate) and lately she has been playing ‘hair salon’ with my hair. She stands behind me and ‘washes’ my hair, sprays it down, and brushes it. Its bonding, right?

Today she was doing that and she kept running off for hair products. I was typing away here not paying attention. She crawls up behind me and I slightly turn and I see……….safety scissors. I say, “OH NO baby, you cant cut mommies hair! Thats only for the special person at the salon.”

And she says

“Oh, No, mommy, I can do it.” all matter of factly.

SNIP.

Atleast it wasn’t mine.

~trisha[/private]