Blonde Curls . . . Down the Drain

So, in the bathtub earlier, Annie got a comb so wrapped up in her hair, that even after 20 minutes of trying to pick it out, we finally had to break down and do the inevitable. I cut the comb out. [Little sob escapes]. Cute blonde little curls fell away and we washed then go down the drain. Annie was watching them, thinking, "Cool, that's my hair!" I was all thinking, "Less cool, you're not allowed to comb your own hair again until you're 12!" The good news is with all her spastic curls, you don't really notice it. Unless you look close, and you can see that one side of her hair, in part, is shorter than the other. But all in all, it wasn't nearly as tragic as it could have been.

The scariest part about the hair cut (besides watching cute blonde curls go down the drain) was that glint in Annie's eyes, like she was thinking, "Hmmm, hair and scissors, I haven't thought about that before!" I told her repeatedly during our at-home-salon adventure, "Only Mommy's can cut hair. Annie only uses scissors on paper." "And play-doh," she added, fearing the end of one of her new favorite past times. "OK, paper and play-doh. But that's all!" According to my Mom, I would randomly cut my own hair 'til I was like 8 or 9 years old. Why, oh why, does my past keeping coming back to haunt me?

Wow, unrelated . . . but Annie just walked in fully dressed, shirt, shoes, shorts & panties (which won't last long, we'll have a diaper on soon.) It's weird though, 'cause she was completely naked when I left her in the bathroom on her potty a little while ago. Who taught my kid to fully dress herself?!

Edited to add: she now has put mascara on, all by herself. It's a 'Toddler' kinda day!