We took Jasmine to get her hair cut.
I loved her little toddler curls. I knew they'd be gone when we cut it. But it was a constant struggle to keep them looking nice. She usually looked like she'd been caught in a wind storm (which was her choice: "I want it windy" or "I want it silly"). It hurt her to brush it, so she ran away.
It was heartbreaking, but I kept from crying by taking pictures the whole way through. The guy was impressed at how well she behaved, and he sent us home with a lock of her hair.
I'll be turning it into a page, but for now,
Before:
And now:
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