Last night I asked my husband, where is Morgan?  She’s in her room playing with her dollhouse.  Nope, she was doing something else.  She had climbed up to the cabinet with her school scissors and got them down, went and hid behind the treadmill and decided she was Paul Mitchell or Jose Eber and went to town on her hair.  The photo below does not begin to show how bad it is, under the parts that are still long she cut it short underneath.  I seriously cried when I saw what she had done.  Her hair had finally grown out of the two year old mullet phase and was now long and beautiful.  Until last night.  She cut it sooo short in the back that we only had a few choices of what to do with the rest of her hair.  So we opted for the short in the back and a little longer in the front.  I wanted to keep it a little longer than we ended up with but her hair is so fine and thin underneath in the spots she cut that we had to change our plans.

Am I weird that I cried?  I totally did like a big baby, I know it’s not the end of the world, but it sure was frustrating.

Here’s the photo of the back of her hair, just know it was way worse if you lifted up the long pieces to see how short she cut the underside.

I took my trustly little point and shoot camera with us to grab a shot of the cut.

And the end result

And a little something just for fun…I call this Move Over Katie & Suri.