Philip has been wanting me to get Summer's hair cut for a while now, but I was to chicken. I finally decided one day when she would not let me comb her hair that was full of snarls that it was time. I took her today and she was excited until the lady started cutting. Maybe she thought that because it was a pair of scissors they were going to hurt her. I have not idea. She cried through the whole thing, but it all worked out in the end. I think it will be a great memory for her to relive once and a while.
I love her hair, because I think it will be easy to comb through, and it is a fun change. The salon was really cute; they had little beds to lay them on to wash their hair, and special chairs to sit them on. Also they put Dora the Explorer on, but that did not seem to help either. I wish the salon was that entertaining for me. Usually it is just awkward conversation with the stranger cutting my hair. We will see in the days to come if short hair is more of a challenge or not.