Short bangs and an itchy tag

Last week during the craziness of moving, Hope came to me, asking me to pull out her hair clip that she had tangled in her bangs. I was SO busy, and really trying to encourage more independence in my children lately, so I told her to work on it for a little while and come get me again if she still couldn't get it.

Well she worked on it alright. With a pair of scissors. I happened to have my camera right beside me in the kitchen when she came out with such a sad face to show me what she had done. She was devastated!
She had been trying to grow her hair out "long like a princess". We had been growing her bangs out for months. I was so proud of her brother Simeon who picked her right up and comforted her, telling her she still looked beautiful.
But even dressed up like a princess, she didn't think so.......
So off to the haircut place we went. And look who went along for moral support.

And here she is, with bangs, with two of her cousins, Christi and Heather. (By the way, she is wearing her dress inside out on purpose. Her tag was itchy. I'd say that was a pretty clever solution to the problem.)
And while I'm blogging about Hope, I'll add one more story. We were driving back home from Pa-paw's funeral yesterday, and we pulled over to look for John's cell phone. We could hear it buzzing somewhere under the piles of blankets and pillows but couldn't find it. So we pulled over to the side of the road and had all the kids get out of their seatbelts looking under seats for it. Just then we noticed a police car behind us and an officer approaching the vehicle. For a second we worried maybe we were inadvertently speeding or maybe our tags were expired. But no, he was just making sure everything was alright. So as he said good-bye, Hope yelled out the window, "Good-bye Mr. Potato Head!!!"