Baby's First Haircut

Yesterday, we had a snow day.  Ellie awoke with a single desire: to go and get her hair cut like Margaret.

This filled me with terror.  Doing errands with both of them is not fun, and I rather felt that Margaret would be bored with Ellie's haircut.

Luckily, Margaret's friend down the block wanted to borrow her for a bit, and so we left Margaret and went to get Ellie shorn.

She was exceptionally well-behaved.  And described the haircut she wanted to the hairdresser, with an appeal to me to show said hairdresser a picture of Margaret's haircut.

So I did, and then Ellie got hers.