
But after a week of school mornings and combing through her wind-blown-from-playing-outside hair snarls.....
When she begged once more this morning with tears in her eyes from the "gentle" hair brushing....I was PERFECTLY fine with her request.
My response: "Tonight Candace, okay?"
Her response: "Do you pwomise, Mom? Cuz you CAN'T break a pwomise!"
Me: "Promise!"

She was nervous! Every time I grabbed another hair-tie, she thought I was grabbing the scissors to cut her hair, and she pulled away from me.
"I'm afwaid Mom..." she kept saying. {{She's trying so hard on those hard 'r-sounds'. She's ALMOST there!}}
I calmed her, as did her bigger sisters. And I asked her ONE FINAL TIME if she was SURE she wanted the shorter hair....
"YES MOM!!!!! Just DO it already!"

I had to convince her to sit still a bit longer so that I could trim up and even out the cuts.
