I have been such a terrible Mummy, to let C go around with a jagged-looking fringe... for months! I think Daddy must have had enough because once we reached Grand Mummy's place, he suggested that Grand Mummy gives her a trim.
So we got her ready and Cheryl, being the vain little pot that she is, sat on the stool quietly to let the job begin.
And in no time, she was looking alright again! :) Grand Mummy taught me some ropes on how to cut her hair but I told her, I didn't dare touch C's hair as it was quite bad and knowing what a ham-fist I am (I have self awareness, okay) I can't risk cutting her fringe any shorter without really mending it.
See, her fringe before the repair. It's already quite short and if I messed up, she will really look like a clown.
After the trim, she is all pretty again! And very gluey to her Daddy Dearest.
Oh, recently, she has learnt how to sulk big time and for the camera too! I told her to give me her angry look and this was what she came up with.
Fierce eh?
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