Davis cuts paper every day. Everyday she cuts paper. She cuts paper and immediately throws it away or mails it to someone. :) This particular day she was cutting paper just like any other day. I went downstairs to start dinner when she proudly announced at the top of the stairs, "Mommy I cut my hair."
"You did what?", I asked.
"I cut my hair." she sweetly replied.
As one may image, I sprinted out of the kitchen and straight up stairs twirled her around examining the damage. Okay, first glance, not seeing much damage...no scalping has occurred anyway. So I asked her where her hair was..."In the trash"...like it's it obvious that where it goes kind of voice. There it was, a few locks of her hair. Her hair which had never been touched by scissors before.
Note the missing parts on her right shoulder
A sweet friend shaping it up...which had been scheduled for at least a month in advance.
I personally think she heard me talking to some friends about it on this particular Tuesday which prompted this self hair cut. Otherwise, I am pretty certain she wouldn't have. Oh well, in the grand scheme of life, it's no big deal. It's only hair and thankfully at her age grows back.