The Results Are In

I now get why you all read my blog. I finally understand why you all think I'm so great. I only pretended to get it before, but I have truly had a "lightbulb" moment. And it's quite the revelation: You're all just as mean and evil as me!!

Do you realize that over half of you--those of you faithful and loyal enough to take the time to vote--told me to leave the poor child's hair alone? That over half of you said "she cut it, make her live with it!" Hubs came home from his business trip, and the next morning she's all, "Daaaaaad, you haven't said anything about my hair. Don't you like it?"

I did break down and evened it out before church on Sunday. I had a minor ephiphany wherein I realized I once cut my own bangs back in the fourth grade too. Mind you, I went about it a little differently. I did NOT sneak preschool scissors into my room. I did NOT not comb my hair first, and I did NOT only cut the hair in the center of my forehead and then push it back to try to blend it in in the hopes that mom wouldn't notice. It almost worked too, thanks to that pesky cow-lick. Which is one HUGE reason why she's never had bangs. DUH!!

The teensy braids right smack in front would be the small converted area. No more, no less.

So, lesson learned. Let her be. Pick your battles. Natural Consequences. Blah Blah. Obviously she wants bangs, and thinks she's old enough to make that decision. (Yeah, I know she's almost 10, but I still think that until she turns 18 AND graduates AND moves out of my house AND stops getting monthly checks from me, I have total control.)

And that ephiphany included the realization that I was going to have to endure church with her at my side. So I did what any horrified loving mother would do and fixed em. They're a tad too short, and they're definitely NOT my favorite hairstyle, but if they'll grow about half an inch they might look ok.



Unfortunately, all the pics I got never showed the true nature of the "bangs." So this is the best I could do. And well, I've been too lazy busy to get a "good" picture. You're lucky you're getting this!