Let me start off by saying I don't want to do it. Ideally, I will let Georgia's hair grow and grow and grow until she tells me she wants to chop it all off like I did when I was six.
I mean. I think she's cute. And I am toying with the idea of going into the salon, pointing at Georgia, and saying "I want you to cut my hair like that."
Not only did I used to have my hair cut like that, I also used to wear bandanas in my hair like this: But that's kind of the thing. She has this one wispy chunk of hair that goes right into her eye unless we hold it back with clips and headbands and elastics. And while it's not that big a deal, on the days I forget the hair accessories, I am so tempted to snip snip snip!