So, Flannery has been practicing scissors skills and for the second time in her life, has decided that cosmetology is her thing. She was supposed to be picking up all the pieces of construction paper that were under the table. She seemed so diligent that I didn't notice that the scissors had gone under the table with her. Later on, when I went into the dining room to pick up the pieces that she'd missed, I got down on my hands and knees and then almost burst into tears. There, lying in little handful size piles, was my baby's hair. Okay, I know she's not my baby anymore, but still, she's only ever had a trim and that was hard enough. I looked over her head and sure enough, we couldn't have even put in a pigtail. I even tried using bobby pins and it wouldn't hold. There were little chunks cut out all over her head. And that is the story of how Flannery got new hair. Which, of course, we think is very cute and will probably keep for a while.