There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead.
And then to smarten her up for her first day of school, her mum went and had it all chopped off.
Roo has been asking for a haircut for months, and the last time my hairdresser came round to tidy up my barnet, and lecture me on the amount of time I leave the bleach on it for, she also did Roo’s first proper haircut. Doing a little trim here and there after a hairwash to cut off the split ends doesn’t count, and I’d never have the balls to chop off more than an inch or so at a time.
A few days before, she asked me if her hair was going to turn brown after it had been cut off, like in Tangled, which I thought was rather sweet.
I didn’t keep a lock of her hair, though; I thought, being four, it was a little late for that. Instead, I threw her hair trimmings out into the garden for birds to find and make nests with.
How old was your little person when they had their first haircut? Were they nervous? Were you?