I posted this picture in Instagram with the caption "On the plus side, she won't need her bangs cut for a veeeeeery long time...":
Then I realized everybody would probably assume that this butcher job was a result of a mishap with safety scissors.
Well, it wasn't.
It was all me.
I gave my 3-year-old the worst haircut ever.
The thick, chunky bangs are usually a good look for her. That is, until they're cut an inch too short and start to resemble a mullet.
(Also, do you see those awesome sunflowers behind the kids? Taller than they are, and growing more every day!)
What happened, you see, is this:
- Cecilia was begging for her bangs to be cut because they were *just* touching her eyebrows
- I got ready to cut them, and John Paul threw a temper tantrum because he wanted me to cut HIS hair. Never mind the fact that I just cut his hair a few weeks ago.
- Cecilia kept moving around and looking every way, so I just grabbed all the bangs I could and cut straight across so that I could just even them out. This is how I do my bangs, but I wear my bangs a LOT longer than she does, so I should have realized it was a recipe for disaster.
So now I'm thankful that her hair grows ridiculously fast.
I think the funniest part for me is that tonight at the dinner table she reached up to touch her bangs and said, "Mom, my bangs are getting pretty long. I dink I need a hair cut."
If I post a picture of her bald tomorrow, you know who to blame.