When Lily was about a year old, a piece of the front of her hair got caught in the wheel of Xavi’s toy car, and Dave had to cut it out. This summer, that piece of hair FINALLY reached the length of bangs, which led me to the decision that I would give Lily bangs (“If not now, when?”).

That didn’t work out very well. The first piece I cut (with no preparation at all, literally just “hey, I have scissors in my hand, let me cut some bangs”) bounced up after I cut it and was wayyy too short. Over the next few weeks, I’d snip a little here, a little there, but no matter what I did I couldn’t seem to get them even.

Finally, a month ago, I decided to bite the bullet and let a “professional” handle it (yes, professional is in quotes for a reason). We took her to a cute little place that all the moms in the Facebook moms group recommended to go get her first “big girl haircut” (just the bangs).

That also ended up being a fail. It was all going well until the end. For some reason the lady used one of those brush scissor things to thin it out, and all of the sudden it went from cute straight bangs to “what the damn hell?” in a matter of seconds. Then, to make it worse, she gave her this weird deep side part.

I was freaking out on the inside, but Lily was having behaving so well despite being nervous, so of course I didn’t want to do or say anything that would give her negative feelings about getting a haircut. So I bit my tongue. (Besides, what could I say? The damage was done.)

As soon as we got in the car, I fixed her part and brushed her bangs to the side, and behold, my little cutie pie was back. I definitely hadn’t gotten the bangs I’d envisioned, but other than $10 down the drain, no harm was done.

Now it’s one month later. So far I have resisted the temptation to even her bangs out. But now they are as long as they were before we took her to the kiddie salon, and I’m debating whether I should grab the scissors or just say fuck it and let them grow them out…