The girls had been bugging me for weeks about chopping their hair. They wanted it short, “Up to my ears!” they told me. Well, I drug my feet long enough, and finally agreed, but not to their ears. It brought back terrible memories of when I was 6 years old and got the dreaded bob haircut. My aunt cut it way shorter than I had asked, and my beautiful long tresses became a wavy boy do. I actually cried. I wasn’t ready to reenact that day from the other side of the scissors. So, I cut about 6 inches off, and they absolutely love it.
