After years of screaming, "NO! Don't cut my hair (at all), I want it loooonnng like Rapuuunnzzelllll!" my darling daughter announced yesterday she wanted her hair bobbed like the rest of her friends have had done.
Sigh.
I'm actually happy about this, because combing it in the morning will no longer take fifteen minutes + screaming. It is safe to say the last of the damage from this summer's swimming lessons is now gone as well.
