Hair today, gone tomorrow

Phil has been bothered by Bella's hair for awhile. Every so often he would look at her and say "Bella the 70's called, they want your hair back". She definitely had the shaggy dog look going on. So Friday when I had to take Lily to clinic- one of my friends, also bothered by the shaggy dog look- took her to get her hair trimmed.

I was discussing the kids' picture day coming up with Phillip and whether or not he needed a haircut. Lily climbed up onto the kitchen counter looked at me with her big green eyes and said "I want my hair cut like daddy's. " Really? "yep" Are you SURE? "Yeah" I hold up the clippers which usually send her running, "yes, with that- Like daddy's". Okey dokey. ARE YOU SURE? Your hair will be gone. She actually rolled her eyes at me- I guess I'm dense. But this can go either way- sometimes she surprises me and goes about her business. This could also mean the rest of the day I will be followed around by a little bald head that is leaking tears and telling me it's all my fault. Don't know if I can handle that right now. I hand Lil Phillip the camera and start trimming the tiny bit of fuzz hangin out on her rather big noggin. I have been asking her for months if she wants the last bit of hair cut, one of the other cancer moms told me that part wouldn't come out on its own if it was still hanging on by this point. So I was baffled by how I felt finally trimming it. The tears were streaming down my cheeks, yet Lily was giggling the entire time- I guess the clippers tickeled. I was amazed at my little photographer and the shots he caught. The tear on my cheek, the tuft on the floor, Lily's tickley smile. "I wanna call daddy". That's probably a good idea- and then we did a mini photo shoot so we could send dad a picture. Phil asked if she decided that the fuzz just didn't look good. Three year olds don't work that way- I think she just decided she wanted to be like daddy and there wasn't that much left to lose.