Mia wasn't perfectly happy until she had to walk into the front door. Then the crying started. I have no idea why, but she apparently doesn't like the look of hair salons. After a reassuring hug to Bitty Baby (brought along for the needed emotional support), we sat in the chair together. Mia also got to hold onto a comb so she would have both hands occupied and far away from the scissors.
In no time at all, we could see Mia's eyes again and everything was evened up.
Don't worry, her curls are still there. Thanks for being so patient, Julie!
Funny enough, when it was time to go, Mia refused to leave. She laid down on the floor and I had to carry her out. Who knows what is going on in that girl's head...
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