Grace was downstairs watching a cartoon when I decided to run upstairs and sneak a quick shower in. I was piling the shampoo in my hair when I heard Grace say "Yook, Momma! I tut my hair! See?" (Look, Momma! I cut my hair! See?) Of course, I jumped out of the shower as fast as I could and ran over to her, but it was too late. She had climbed up on a chair, stood on her tippy toes and reached the scissors I used to wrap all our Christmas presents.
And she cut one of her beautiful curls off. One that would have been bangs if they didn't curl up so much.
As I grabbed the scissors from her, she smiled so sweetly and asked "Eye boo-ful, Momma?" (Am I beautiful, Momma?)
Yes, baby, even when missing a big chunk of hair in the front, you're still beautiful to me. sigh.
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