Last night The Girl got her hair cut. So what you may ask. Well, she's 10 years old and up until now she's only had her hair trimmed. From time to time she's thought she wanted it cut but once she got in the chair she opted for a trim instead.
She's growing up. She went through with it. I teared up (and saved a lock of her hair). The Hubs actually had to step out of the salon once because he too got choked up, though he won't admit it of course.
Had I thought she was actually going to go through with it I would have had her wait until our next WV trip so Auntie could cut it. The Girl's hair is so fine it's hard to cut evenly. She looks like a different kid, she looks older. Sniff sniff. I'm feeling a little verklempt.