The tradition continues
This is old news now, but I thought I ought to update my blog and decided to scroll 
through recent pictures for inspiration and all of Charlotte’s recent pictures make me think of this event/story.
Charlotte gave herself a haircut. I was lucky—it wasn’t too bad and it was on the verge of being much worse when I interceded. She made her cuts right in the front forming a very choppy upside-down V and forcing me to cut some shorter-than-I-ever-would-have-chosen bangs. I was mostly sad because we’ve been trying to grow out her bangs since birth and now we have a new set of bangs to grow out.
This is a continuing tradition because many (all?) of my siblings and I cut our hair at some point during our childhood.
while visiting teaching a woman talked about her own kids and grandkids, I didn’t say anything. She said that one son was at his friend’s house and they cut each other’s hair. Another son used the antique garden clippers and went right down the middle–reverse mohawk and said, “They do work Mom” Now her children tell their children: “Nobody cuts your hair except Grandma”
I’m obviously not too sensitive about the whole thing or I wouldn’t have posted it on my blog for anyone to see–so I wouldn’t have been mad if you mentioned it.
Just a few more days. . .