No more curls

...at least for 24 hours anyway.

On Friday, after much remonstrating and tantrums Twiglet had her hair cut. She likes her hair short. I like her hair long. I lost the fight when she started hitting herself on the head with her hair brush shouting, 'There are too many tuggys in my hair. I WANT IT SHORT.'

So any emergency trip to the hairdressers it was then. Before she cut the hair the hairdresser straightened it. (Not sure had I actually been asked I would have given permission for this but hey I went with the flow, didn't want to curb the hairdressers creative mojo).



Anyway Twiglet enjoyed it.



Doesn't she look grown up (even with ice-cream all over her face)?