So, I'm sitting in my chair, playing with a snuffly baby. Anna comes and asks me a question. As she turns go, I spot something. "Anna, what happened to your hair??" Her: panic-y look, "Nothing." "Anna, did you cut your hair?!" "I don't know." Me: looking over the glasses, "Did. You. Cut. Your. Hair?" "Yesssss...?"
(The despair is palpapable, no?)
It's bad enough to need correcting, so following a traumatic explanation of how she will now have short hair, followed by a tearful session with the scissors, we have a new hair do that everyone's happy with. Now, to put a padlock on the scissors...
(So cute - I've been grinning at her all the time!)