The Haircut

Calli decided to give herself a haircut this morning. I had signed her up for art classes months ago and they used safety scissors in them. She had never picked up a pair in her life, but learned how to use them in the class. So we started letting her use them at home, but said she could only cut paper. Well I should have known it was only a matter of time before she decided to experiment. It is not too awful (really, it could be much worse!) but I still have to take her to get it fixed this afternoon. My kitchen floor looked like a hair salon when I came downstairs from my shower this morning. Now it's all so clear why she had been pretending to be Little Red Riding Hood with a blanket over her head and why she ran and hid when I walked in the living room after coming downstairs...

And here is what she looks like after her haircut. I think she looks a lot like my youngest sister when she was Calli's age!! It is going to take me awhile to get used to, but we'll grow it out again.