This morning when I woke up I looked in on my little girl who was usually up by that time. I was thinking maybe she was tired because we'd spent the last week taking care of things with my husband's grandmother's funeral and had been putting in some really LONG days.

Well, turns out she wasn't sleeping but instead had set up a "salon" in her room. All of her dolls' hair was in the floor. Somehow, somewhere, sometime, someONE (daddy) had left a pair of scissors down. And this is the before and after.

I could cry.

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