Allison was born with a good head of hair (especially considering both her parents were bald babies). And as she grew, it grew out so beautifully in these sweet wavy layers. I never wanted to cut it because some people pay lots of money for hair like that.
But as it got longer, she became more and more resistant to me brushing it, screaming, “I’ve got to run away!” every time I can near with the comb. And pretty soon she started to look a little homeless.
So we figured that it was time and in preparation for her 3rd birthday seemed like a good opportunity.
I had no idea how she would react to someone messing with her head, but apparently Dora on tv and sitting in a train chair is sufficient distraction.
She even followed direction! I think I need one of these train chairs…