First Haircut

It took some doing, but Rebecca finally asked for her first haircut. About two months ago we looked in the store window, but she refused to go in. Last weekend she went in with Rich and I and watched for a minute, but didn't want to get a cut. Thanks, Disney, for Rapunzel. Today she asked to go in, then asked for a cut. After calling Rich to make sure he wouldn't feel left out, we jumped on it.

While waiting, of course, she changed her mind, starting to act badly so I'd take her out, but she mellowed after a few minutes. She picked the car seat, since that was where the other first haircuts were, but wants to use a Hello Kitty seat next time. And she chatted away the entire time, just like an old pro. "I like your tatoos. Who put them on you? What was his other name?" She left all glittery and happy, with a lollypop to boot.