Through my sleepy eyes I noticed something about her that didn't seem quite right...
"Leah?" I said.
"Yes Mama?" she sang.
"Come here, honey...let me look at you...what did you do?"
She grinned from ear to ear, the mischief dancing in her eyes. She tilted her head in her cutest "I can do no wrong" pose and whispered..."nothing"...
She came closer and I realized what she'd done. In place of what used to be whispy blond curls that reached her shoulders were butchered chunks of not-much-longer-than eye lashes hair. I gasped in horror.

She gave no reason for doing it. I think she was probably just bored. I hated the thought of having her hair cut short to try to hide the problems, but there was just NO WAY she'd be able to keep it as it was.
When I got home from work, she came running to me saying "MOMMY MOMMY! LOOK AT MY NEW HAIR!!!!


As luck would have it, she's adorable either way!