The kid’s hair is getting long. Mainly her bangs. My approach has been to just suffer through this awkward hair stage and let it run its natural course. I was sure that my wife was on board with me on this. She’d verbalized her assent on the matter numerous times when people would comment on her bangs getting in her eyes, etc.
So why is this even worthy of a blog post, you might wonder. Well. Evidently…get this…women change their minds! An earth shattering revelation, I know. Something I should have clearly anticipated.
The lone remaining defender of pure, unhacked hair, I pressed my stance one last time. To which my wife replied; ‘I’m getting the scissors.” So really, what it boils down to in this house is, am I going to be part of the problem, or part of the solution?
Fast forward to five minutes later, and what you have is this mess:
Yep. Butchered by yours truly. Woops!