The Haircut . . .

Abby begged for a haircut. I love Abby's hair. It may be because my own is getting thinner and grayer that I become more and more attached to my daughters' hair, but I put off haircuts for them while struggling to get Brady in the salon as often as possible.

Abby wanted a haircut, and she had a good point that it gets harder to brush as it gets longer. So I agreed to take her to the salon for a haircut. And they cut. And cut. And cut. I actually had to go sit down they cut so much off. You could have constructed a Pomeranian from the hair on the floor. And when it was all over . . .



Of course she looked adorable. Mother certainly doesn't always know best - LOL.