Thank goodness for professionals who can fix self-haircuts.
I tried to take a picture at the salon, but my camera batteries died. The hair stylist told Lucy that she had to go to school to learn to cut hair, and she showed Lucy her beauty license.
Her haircut really turned out cute, short, but cute. Then we went straight to gymnastics, but she clung to my leg and said she just wanted to go home. So we left. We went to JCPenney and she had to go to the bathroom, and when she looked in the mirror again, she said, "I look cute. I like my haircut. I want to go back to gymnastics."
