Anyway, it took some convincing on Daddy's end--he did not want to cut it, but we eventually agreed that she at least needed a little trim to keep the hair out of her face. So, Lita and I took her to our hairdresser, Gloria, for a trim. She was not scared at all (Gloria was very impressed...she gets a lot of first time criers). She just kept staring at Gloria like "what are you doing?" She wanted to take the comb and scissors away to play with, but other than that she handled everything like a pro; which is good, because with her hair, this is the first of many haircuts to come!
Before
After: "So that's what you look like!"

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