Sarah's 1st (unauthorized) haircut

When Sarah was sick during the Christmas holidays, she rubbed her eyes and face a little more often than normal.  The poor girl is probably sleepy and tired, not to mention congested and irritated. My husband read all her rubbing actions as a need for an emergency haircut.  Yes, true, her bangs are getting a little long, and they do get into her eyes a little bit...but we managed by clipping up her hair to get them out of the way.  But on 12/28 at 7:30 in the evening, my husband had the Eureka! moment - the bangs GOT TO GO. No, the clips suddenly don't work anymore.  No, it absolutely can not wait until tomorrow morning to go to the hairdresser to get it trimmed. Out came the scissors. Friskars, mind you.  These are the same pair of scissors we use to cut paper, strings, and everything else.  Chop, chop, chop, cut, cut, cut.  Oh...my poor baby's precious, silky hair...!  Off they went!  Of course, the baby moved.  Of course, the bangs were lopsided. Of course they came out shorter than expected.  Poor baby girl now looks like a boy!  I'm trying hard to console myself by thinking that Sarah didn't get a bad haircut, she just got one of those popular pixie cuts. She's now a trendy baby.  Yea, that's it!