I was SICK. AND. TIRED. of the fights about Brooklyn’s hair. She didn’t want to brush it. (Who can blame her? It looked like a birds nest almost all the time!) She didn’t want me to brush it. (Can’t blame her there, either. It hurts getting all those tangles brushed out.) And I hated that she spent the majority of her time looking like an orphan. No one appreciates that.
So, hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to SuperCuts we go. And for less than 30 minutes and less than $20 the problem was solved. Yippee!
We had probably 4 inches cut off. It was a substantial amount. Brooklyn wore the ornery face the entire time. It’s hard to tell with her, though, because she has a tendency to wear the ornery face even when she is secretly happy. Why her happiness would need to be a secret is beyond my understanding, though.
Anyhow, it made me happy to see all those lovely tangles of hair leaving her head and our lives forever. I can’t wait until tomorrow, when she actually has to brush it herself! We’ll see how much she hates it then!!