Cameron was cutting some paper at the table, being a good little girl. All of the sudden, I got distracted for all of 10 seconds and she disappeared. I look up and shout "Cameron, where are you?" and a little voice from behind the couch says "I'm cutting my hair mom"! I fly over the couch, almost landing on her. She is sitting there with her little red scissors, just hacking away! There was little red hair EVERYWHERE. I stood there for a moment not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She was so proud of it, "look at my pretty hair mommy". I cleaned her up and put the scissors up.
Not more than an hour later, all of the sudden she's like "mama, I gotta go potty" and runs to the bathroom, shutting the door. I give her a few minutes, but after being too quiet I check on her. The little twirp had found my bigger black scissors and went to town AGAIN. This time much worse. I immediately called the salon and asked to get her in. We went in at 6:00 pm, she got her first unofficial and official hair cuts today, June 3rd 2011. The stylist was Darryl Murphy - and she did VERY good. She sat still while he bobbed her hair. I wanted to cry as it got shorter and shorter. My poor little boy...er...i mean, girl! 
After her hair cut I took her to Claire's and let her pick out lots of little pretty bows for her hair. Hopefully that and the pretty dresses she wears will deter people from looking at her hair! I just have to keep telling myself, "it grows back, its grows back....it really will grow back!" Oh the joys of parenting!! (below is her new hair cut:)
