First Haircut

A couple of days ago, I cut Sophie's hair (at her request), and it dawned on me that it was her first actual haircut.  I mean, I've cut her bangs a million times before, but I've never touched the rest.  Her hair has a gorgeous curl to it, unlike the nappy squirrel that graces the top of my head.  So, when she asked me to cut her hair short like a boy, I obliged, thinking that a short bouncy cut would be super cute.  Only, I refused to go as short as she wanted.  I am not Angelina Jolie (obv), and she is not Shiloh.  I'm not nurturing her "I want to be a boy" feelings, because I want her to look like the pretty little girl she is, and I don't want to clean up urine from her attempts to pee standing up.  When she gets older and can save up for her operation, I will fully support her transition into maleness, but for now, she's still my baby girl, and will look like it.

Before:

Right after when she was so upset because it wasn't short enough:

A few hours later, when she had settled down about it (excuse the hub's photobomb):

From the back.  And, yes, she is cleaning my shower.  She seriously begged to help me.