So it was quite a surprise when Bitty very suddenly started insisting that she wanted a hair cut. A drastic one. A short bob. I can't remember if there was some sort of suggestion made that she just latched on to or if she brought it up, but somehow a couple of weeks ago she insisted that she was ready. That was fine with me. Well, MOSTLY fine. I was going to be a little sad to let those long fat braids go, but since I'd also be losing the weepy brushing sessions, it seemed worth it. I did make her think about it over several days. I had a bad feeling that I'd take her to get her hair cut and the second the braid was gone she'd burst into tears and feel heartbroken after all.
After probably a full week Bitty finally had me convinced. We called up Jeannie. We found out how many inches a braid has to be in order for it to be donated to Locks of Love, a foundation that creates wigs for children who can't afford them. Turns out that's about 10 inches. And Bitty donated 12.
Should I try to convince you that I didn't get just the slightest bit sad as Jeannie bound up Bitty's hair into a tight braid and then hacked it off with a very mean looking pair of scissors? Because duh, it's me; of course I got a little misty-eyed. I'm such a sap. It's pathetic. You'd think I'd be a bigger fan of Nicholas Sparks movies. Anyway, once the braid was off and Bitty was flipping her bob around I felt better and knew it was going to be adorable. And it totally is. And Bitty hasn't shed a single tear. She is so happy!