I almost could not bear to look at Elise, because I didn't know what I was going to see...David saw the look of horror on my face and went white- and I just kept telling myself, "it's just hair, it's not that big of a deal, it's just hair".....you get the point...
Luckily, it could have been much worse...as you can see below it really isn't THAT noticeable (well, it's pretty noticeable, but I am still working on getting over it).
Her explanation? "Mom, I just decided I want short hair."
Anyway, I think she now understands that next time she decides she wants to change her "look", she just needs to tell me and we will come to a compromise. I am actually fine with her having shorter hair, I was just keeping it long until the wedding...the funny thing is that she has always loved her long hair and (prior to tonight) told me she never wanted it cut. She did start to cry a little when what she had done actually sunk in..the permanence of it...But, who knows what goes on in the mind of a three year old. Needless to say, all scissors have now been confiscated and hidden in even higher drawers and cabinets. I am really thankful she didn't try to stylize her brother or sister...whoa....
Off to bed...
Nite, nite!
Nicole