"What are you doing Isabella?"
"I'm not doing something."
That was enough reason to check on her. I found a chunk of her hair
missing, luckily, only to the chin. She said she wanted short hair,
like me. I debated taking her for an expensive NYC kids cut ($30, no
joke!), but instead turned on a movie and grabbed our sharpest
shears. It's horribly crooked, but surprisingly stylish. And
extremely adorable, if I do say so myself.
She said she wants it shorter. I said "It might look funny."
"I want it funny." she replied matter-of-factly.
"Ummm. Let's wait and talk to daddy."