We've been dancing around the task of getting Meagan's hair cut for quite some time now. For months we have talked about it, threatened it when she didn't want to have her hair combed, and even almost went to have it done. Today, though, she ASKED for it. Not like "she asked for it" as in she got in trouble by being naughty... nothing like that. She literally ASKED for it. I think she finally got tired of the tangled knots, regardless of how much conditioner we used on her hair. Tired of the static taking charge (no pun intended) and making her hair fly away and cling to everything. Just fed up and ready for a fresh start.
This was her earlier today. Post-bath, pre-hair cut. Even when it was clean, dried and brushed, her hair looked like a crazy mess. Long, but crazy.
In a spur of the moment situation like this, there are no appointments to be made. So we went to the nearby First Choice (I think) and just did a walk-in appointment. As we were heading into the shop, Meagan said, "Mommy, can I get it REALLY short?" When I asked her how short she was thinking, she pointed to her ears. Um...No. So we talked about it and both agreed on chin-length.
Yes, that's a lot of hair to be getting rid of all at once, but sometimes a girl just needs a new do. Don't you agree?
She did a great job sitting still. And she was really well behaved through the whole thing... well, other than when she asked the lady if she washed her feet because something smelled bad. "Or maybe it's just your breath" she said rather casually. I about died. Again, with the lack of a filter on my child's mouth. What can you do? She says what's on her mind.
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