Haircuts

Callie wanted her hair chopped off.  I am slowly, ever so slowly, learning to say "go for it" instead of "trust me, you don't want to...".  

She's happy.

One night after buzzing three heads of boys I heard a little squeaky "my turn!"

I had to smile.  But this is one of those times that I staunchly said "trust me, you don't want..."