One more photo of the new haircut… for the grandmothers who tend to get a little sentimental about these sorts of things.
This morning F was singing this song under her breath while she got ready:
Not one ponytail,
Not one braid!
Not one rubberband in my hair –
Just a bow!
Later on she was singing her own version of the Twelve Days of Christmas:
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Six white children
And a vulture and a bare tree