HAIRCUT!

We named this brown
horse Cocoa; we aren't
very original.

I took Ainsley to get a haircut today...mostly b/c her hair was destroying me emotionally and she was growing dreds.

Part of the haircutting process was the promise of reward for good behavior. She wanted hot chocolate, ice cream, and a carousel ride. She was mostly good for the Great Clips lady. She only pretended she'd lost all the bones in her body once or twice. She sat moderately still and was pretty quiet.  Actually the only time she really spoke she freaked out the GC lady. We were discussing layering the back of her hair, and Ainsley said, "What are you guys talking about?"

Me: "We're deciding what to do with your hair."

The GC lady said, "Wow. She was really serious. How old is she again?" Ainsley is wicked articulate. I love when she zings strangers.

Since we were having a Momma Daughter day, I decided carousel and ice cream were earned. So we hit the carousel and the DQ.