...to get a freakin' haircut. Her baby mullet with bonus rattail down the middle was getting too much for me to deal with. JUST ONCE it'd be nice if someone else could get her decent enough to get out the door... someday. But Thing 1 is 11 and still needs to be told to change her clothes before she leaves the house because my knee high moccasins do not go with every outfit.

But I digress... THIS is where the fun begins...

This is VERY serious business... she quotes Oprah and says "my hair is my crown and glory" and she was very concerned about this lady messing it up. Or she's taking notes on how she's going to cut all her little friends hair at daycare...

So today this was the happy child that climbed into Papa's "no nice" red car and off to daycare she went. WithOUT her signature pigtails... I wonder if her boyfriend will recognize her...