It could have been worse . . .

I thought that she had outgrown it. I thought that somehow miraculously despite her overly inquisitive nature and he knack for trouble that we had dodged a bullet. Unlike so many other little girls I know, Ivy never cut her own hair. I was very anal about letting her use scissors. I always had to be present. She could never use "grown up" scissors.
The other day I set out a little nail kit Teri had loaned me for the trip. I was heading her way and thought I would return it. Unfortunately I walked out the door without it. Ivy found it, extracted the itty bitty scissors and proceeded to cut her hair.

I wish I had taken pictures of the beautiful golden strawberry locks strewn across the living room. It was much more dramatic. Thank heavens she only cut long bangs. I know it could have been much worse. (They don't always look this good)