I Knew This Day Would Come

While I was getting ready in my bathroom, Samantha was getting ready in hers...with the little green craft scissors. That's right. Summertime bangs. Some of her friends already have their own set of bangs, also courtesy craft scissors. Seeing that, I tried to "nip this event in the bud," having the "never cut your own hair" conversation. It went well, huh?





She went a too far over on the sides, producing a nice little mullet.
Oh, I know it could be much worse. It's just hair, it grows back. But still, I hate it.
And Miss Samantha is having second thoughts of her own. Several times today she's told me she wants that hair back. If only.
Oh well, summer is a good time for a ponytail.