This morning, at about 5:30 as I tried to pry my eyes open with caffeine, Heather decided to go down to the basement and get creative with her craft scissors. Not with construction paper, but with her hair. Five minutes later, she came proudly into the kitchen, where I was standing with my mug, to show me her achievement.
I woke right up.
Poor girl. My reaction was not what she expected. These pictures don't really show the complete "style" very well.

I tried to even it out some and will have to do a better job later after a bath, when her hair is wet. It's not as short as it looks, I just have some of the choppy layers tucked behind her ears.



