Mommy, in the dining room, with the scissors.
There was a crime – against Hannah’s bangs. They were getting in her eyes, so I decided to be brave, borrow some hair scissors and take it on myself.
She sat still and I managed to get a fairly even line, but when I stepped back, I cringed. Instead of taking the 3/4 inch off that I was planning, I had somehow managed to chop almost two inches off.
I feel like an idiot. Luckily, she has no idea what just happened to her; she’s probably just happy she can see without hair in her eyes.
Her look reminds me a little of that chick from NCIS …