Mommy, I Got The Wrong Hair!

Last night my 4 year old daughter decided that her thick, blonde wavy locks were just too hot and long (below her chin). So instead of asking Mommy for a haircut she decided to take matters into her own hands.

She took a pair of scissors and cut the hair on the right side of her head about 1 inch long. We're talking major mullet here. So my Mom and I had to cut her hair short in order to try to make some sense of it!

It actually turned out really cute. But this morning she wakes up and comes to me and says: "Mommy, I got the wrong hair! This isn't short hair, this is boy hair!"

Poor baby. Her first bad hair day.

We're off to Target to buy some pretty flashy girly hair doo-dads. Retail therapy. Works every time!