"But Daddy, I'm Not a Grown-up. I Don't Know What I Can't Do."

Poor Polly. She was finally getting a full head of beautiful curly hair when I got out my scissors. I must say, it wasn't TOO bad from some angles... while from others it was, uh, well... an argument for going to the hairdresser this morning.
The amazing thing was how quiet and patient she was, allowing me to cut off a LOT of her hair!