Well, it was bound to happen. I got sick of watching the poor girl wipe the hair out of her face and even more sick of washing food out of her hair. I finally took the scissors to it on Tuesday morning and cut the girl some bangs. Even though I told her what I was doing, I think I may have traumatized her a little bit. She started to cry and got a little freaked out to see how different she looked. So did her dad. But they both got over it and, if I do say so myself, she looks even cuter than before.