They’ve all done it at one time or another…
Yes, third kid decided to apply her newly honed scissor techniques on something other than the cat’s tail.
The refrain from a great song by The Who in Quadrophenia keeps ringing through my brain:
Why should I care if I have to cut my hair.
I have to move with the fashion or be outcast.
[Now I'm really showing (my brother's) age. He turned me on to the Who when I was, well, three years old. Yes, really, I swear. I didn't see the movie on the big screen!]
Come on. You all have stories and/or pictures to share of YOUR haircutting experiences. Let’s see them!
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When I was 4 or 5, I carefully cut a sample of hair from each of my favorite dolls, collecting all of them in a ziploc bag. As a final touch, I added a chunk of my own hair, which resulted in an “emergency” trip to the hairstylist and my very first bangs.
I wonder where that bag of hair went?
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