For some time now Meredith has been asking me to cut her hair. Aparently I had put her off too long because she decided to take matters into her own hands. On Sunday afternoon she cut more than six inches off both sides of her hair.
Kevin found her holding scissors in one hand and a wad of hair in the other hand. The rest of her locks had been abandoned in a trash can.
Kevin asked her why she cut her hair. She said, “Because I wanted it short like mommy… now we have two womens in our family.”
I tried to salvage some of the back of her hair and give her some layers but, in the end, it didn’t look quite right. Kevin and I both agreed that everything had to go.
Although she looks cute in her new do—older, and more mischievous,too—I am saddened by the suddenness of everything. I wasn’t quite prepared to say goodbye to all those golden brown curls.
While I was cutting her hair, she warned me not to cut it too short, “like a boy.” But apparently I wasn’t successful because while at a restaurant the next day, the server asked, “Anything to drink for the little guy?”