Not Me... Friday?!

My child did not give herself a haircut after weeks of begging to have her hair cut short "like Mommy's."





And she definitely didn't do it with tiny manicure scissors.





And it didn't look like a mullet. (Business in the front, party in the back.)





All of those activities wouldn't render us super thankful to have a wonderful hairstylist in the family, willing to be on call for emergencies that occur on a Friday night.




We didn't get so excited about the new haircut that we failed to learn anything from this experience.




Except maybe that by taking matters into your own hands... you actually get what you want? Oops.




Thank you, Aunt Em, for fixing the mullet!



(And its actually pretty cute, don't you think?!)