Monica has had her bangs trimmed by none other than her talented mama, but when the time came for a true haircut (I was done fighting her to let me comb it out post bath when it was sticky with food, dirt, snot and heaven knows what else), I took her for a big girl haircut. I got my haircut first to quell any fear and then it was her turn. She hopped right up into the chair and proceeded to let the hair stylist wash her hair in the grown up sink (she pitches a fit every time we try to wash her hair at home), sat still while her hair was being cut, and had her hair blow dried (she runs from me at home when I'm drying mine). I was so PROUD of her!
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