Back before I had kids, a couple in our church left their daughter with friends to go on a vacation. While in their care, she got ahold of some scissors and gave herself a new 'do. The couple in charge were understandably terribly embarrassed that this had happened while she was in their home.
When I heard about it, I laughed. Hard. I thought it was hilarious. Remember, I didn't have kids back then.
Since we've moved here and Ella has her own room, I have allowed her to keep scissors in her room because she does a lot of crafts with yarn.
I thought, "Oh, she's old enough! She's responsible."
She would NEVER cut her bangs up to her hair line. Would she? She would never cut one side to her chin when she's been wanting to grow it out so badly. Would she?
I didn't have the heart to discipline her. It's punishment enough that she has a haircut that doesn't allow for her newfound love of pigtails and braids.
To tell the truth, I like her hair short, though not exactly like this.... And I still thought it was pretty funny, though I kept a very stern and sad face while I was talking to her about it.