No hippies allowed

Before

Lately, Dad has been giving me a hard time about my hair because it was getting pretty long. He said I am turning into a hippie, which Mom and I really liked. In fact, from time to time I suddenly yelled, "I am turning into a hippie," yelling "hippie" in a high pitched voice. It made Mom laugh and Dad roll his eyes every time.

Anyway, when I came home from school Tuesday, Mom and I finally conceded and cut my hair. At least it will make my hair easier to wash, plus I am cute no matter what.

After