So long, farewell....

Yesterday afternoon I sent Ally to the bathroom to wash her hands. A few minutes later she shut the bathroom door. She does this about 2-3 times a day when she takes her hairdo out and sprays it with the spray bottle until it's drenched. I guess she doesn't want me watching. I assumed that was what she was doing. About 10 minutes later, I had run downstairs to get something, she comes walking down the stairs with a big, shy grin on her face. I about DIED! She had taken the scissors to her beautiful, long, thick locks. I didn't know what to say. When she saw my face she started crying. I felt bad, so I tried to pull myself out of shock and figure out what to do. I went into the bathroom to find a garbage can and a sink full of hair. She had butchered it so badly that it had to be taken care of right then and by a professional (not me!) It was 5:00 on Saturday, so most salons were closed. I finally found somewhere that was open and she now sports a short bob that is still a little uneven on the left side, but I didn't want it all cut as short as she had cut it because I want it to grow back out and the sooner the better. Below are the pictures of the episode. Good thing she has such a darling little face!