I finally got fed up with Sister’s hair always being in knots.  Even after a good wash with shampoo AND conditioner there seemed to be no end to the rat’s nest.  I offered to cut it. She agreed.  We pulled out Grandma’s shears, set her on Papa’s ladder and off it came.  First, let me say that I can’t believe that I cut it myself.  After my own experiences with “haircuts by mom” I was sure I would never do such a thing to my child … oh, well.  Second, despite this history and my lack of experience it actually turned out nice.  But third, and this is the kicker, I am full of remorse that she will probably never look like a fairy princess again.   It is a side effect that I did not consider.   She looks at least a year older without any ringlets flowing mischievously around her cheeks.  She loves it by the way.  Goodbye, little fairy.