Hair today, gone tomorrow

Last night I attended a historic event — eight and one-half inches of the Worm’s beautiful blond curls chopped off. 

Just yesterday

She and her mom (who will soon be losing ten inches of long thick brunette hair) made a pact they would both cut their hair and donate it to cancer patients.

The Worm could hardly wait.  She was tired of tangles, and her mom was tired of her whining.  Aunt Coco suggested a short haircut like hers.  You could see her eyes light up.  “Maybe,” she said excitedly.

“Not that short,” prompted her mom.

“Agh,” the Worm answered in disgust.

But honestly these changes…  I’m not sure I’m ready. 

The Worm stands next to me and says, “Grandma, am I still as tall as your boob?”  What happens when she’s taller than they are?  Probably won’t be long with the rate she’s growing (and they’re falling).  What happens when she no longer tolerates me singing our song “Scarlett Ribbons” to her in my crackling voice?  I’ll feel like I’ve lost something major when she no longer says, “Do it to me, too, Grandma” when she wants me swing her around like I just did with her baby brother.

But for today, I let his beauty queen with short blond hair admire herself in the mirror.

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