Isabella has never had her hair cut...until this weekend. Jack was in desperate need of a hair cut, and I've been trying to convince Isabella to at least have her hair trimmed in the back to even it out. She was certain that when you get your hair cut it hurts...this might have something to do with the fact that her brother is always trying to pull her hair. Well, Saturday at breakfast I was talking to her about getting her hair trimmed when Daddy came up with scissors and cut a piece of her hair off. Steve showed her the hair and asked her if it hurt. She, of course, was a bit shocked (as was I).
We got to the kid salon, which itself is a party, and she put on her brave face. She chose the police car to sit in, picked the show she wanted to watch and was offered a coveted lolly pop. She looked so cute sitting there. So, while her brother was going totally nuts steering his firetruck and devouring his sucker next to her, she had a blast (and even asked if she could get her hair cut again next weekend). :)