you have no hair again
It was time to cut our puntitas again.
I chose a fabulous day that’s aligned with the stars and all the goodness. Daddy was going to cut mine, and I was going to cut yours.
I started on you. I cut your bangs. They were perfect. Then I tried to even out your hair because the last time I cut your hair, the back ended up so much longer than the front. I cut. And I cut… and I cut some more. Suddenly, you had a bob.
I knew I messed up. Dad saw and he freaked out. The only thing we could do to fix your hair was shave it all (mostly) off.
Sorry bebe! You are still cute as ever though.