As my dear friend Beau asked yesterday, "is it naive of me to have assumed that she had already had her first-ever haircut?" No, not at all. At 2.5-years-old, one would assume this milestone is far behind us. But let's remember this poor child really didn't have any hair at all until about 18 months -- just scroll back through this blog if you don't want to take my word for it!
Anyway, we went to a kid-friendly salon for the cut. Shae got to pick her chair; she chose the red fire truck.
I expected whining, hesitation, possibly a tantrum -- why should this event be any different than an average Monday afternoon? But the hairdresser turned on Toy Story 3 and Shae was as peaceful and content as could be.
She really dug the cape -- she was Wonder Woman!
After a quick spray down, it was time to get busy on the mullet.







