the damage

Bribed with a Reese's peanut butter egg, Cassidy was more than happy to let me take some pictures of her new hair do. I just have to keep telling myself that it could have been so much worse. She could have cut the sides or the back. She could have cut her own hair. (Moments after I finished the post last night, it dawned on me that I never checked Lucy's head to see if she had decided to re-do her own hair. I flew up the stairs and found that luckily she liked the haircut she got.)

Early this morning Lucy woke up and wormed her way into my bed as she usually does. I gave her her usual kiss, then asked if she had a good night. She smiled all sweetly at me. Then I asked her if she knew what happened to Cassidy's hair. She looked at me- blank stare then put her arm over her eyes. I asked her if she cut it. No answer. I tried to pry her arms off her eyes and she would not let me. I told her I was not mad and finally she looked me in the eye. At this point I knew she was not going to fess up, so I took a different angle and asked her why she cut Cassidy's hair. Her response, "I wanted us to be twins, Mom."

So that's the story. She simply wanted them to be twins. She adores that little sister and wants her to be just like her. My heart melted despite the horrifying bangs she created, and I simply told her she was NEVER to cut anyone's hair ever again.

She has received this reminder about 5 times throughout the morning, and probably will hear it a few more times.

As you can see below, if she keeps the bangs pushed to the side, they don't look as bad. We are just going to make it a habit of keeping it brushed to the side.