Friday, April 10, 2020

Bangs

My middle love trophy decided she wanted her hair like mine and her sisters. We recently decided to dye our hair and try bangs. I expressed to my middle that she won't be able to change it once it's done if she doesn't like it and explained in detail that she would have to let it grow out to make her hair the same as it is. She told me she was fine with that and she really wanted to match us. I got her all set up in the bathroom, got the scissors, and told her to close her eyes because I thought she'd freak out if she saw me cutting her bangs. I got done and she opened her eyes to ask, "what color is it? Does it look okay?" 🤦🏼‍♀️ This poor child meant that she wanted her hair dyed, not cut. She's in for a rude awakening.

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