A few weeks back, Molly got her first haircut. I couldn't stand her little bangs hanging in her eyes for a second more, and so out came the scissors.
What on earth was I thinking? Holding scissors next to the eyes of a flailing child? Well, suffice it to say that trimming her locks was a bit trickier than I had bargained for. The next day we went to a professional kid stylist to fix my hack job.
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