Beauty shop

Last week, after we got home from Oklahoma, we were sending the girls to bed, and as Ella danced across the room toward the stairs, I suddenly noticed...her hair was chopped.  She had given herself a haircut.  Rachel shouted, "And mine too!"  Once we noticed and asked her about it, she was very sad and cried and cried and did not want me to take a picture of her hair.  It wasn't the front middle, that was nice, but it did mean we had to dig out the hidden clumps of hair from under the dress up box and fix it up after bath the next day. We eventually cut off about 7 or 8 inches from Ella, maybe 4 or 5 from Rachel.  It was SO funny, if only I had pictures...but it might have broken her little heart, so we'll just have to hang on to the memory and be glad she didn't get a hold of McKinley as well. :)