The Day Has Finally Come

If I could tell you how many times during a morning hair fight that I have threatened Anna with a haircut, you would not believe it. Saturday night she came to bed with gum, and I went into an elaborate and exaggerated tale of how it would all end up in a short hair cut. She said, "We can cut my hair. Can we do it tomorrow?" Tomorrow was Sunday, and Randy doesn't work on Monday, but I can promise you I was at his chair first thing Tuesday begging for any slot in the next few days--before Anna changed her mind. Well, we made it. Here is the new Anna. We are both very happy!
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