The other day I was telling a friend that none of my children had ever tried to cut their own hair. You know, that quintessential childhood act. Well I'm eating my words now.
On Friday Charlotte came up from the basement with "bangs".
She did a relatively good job, it could have been much worse. But the bangs only went halfway across her forehead. So we fixed them up.
Now my 3 year old looks like a 12 year old. Sigh.