When you give a three-year-old girl (or boy) a pair of scissors and then offer her the freedom of being relatively unsupervised while she crafts paper in whatever manner she likes (read as cutting each sheet of paper into no less than four million pieces) on a daily basis, you better just count on her deciding to cut her own hair at some point in time.
We have thus far, until today, been lucky enough that Milla has only given herself one haircut and it was in an unnoticeable place on her head. Notice I said until today.
She looks like she was crying here but it was actually Mommy who was nearly in tears. She thought she had done something really fabulous and totally necessary, apparently, forgetting the fact that we just trimmed her bangs last night.
Lesson learned. Scissors are back up in the out-of-reach-of-little-people cabinet where they ended up after haircut #1. Wonder how long they will stay up there this time.