How do you combine guns, violence, and haircuts? When you cut in "bangs" of course! It took us a while to figure out why Sasha slumped over every time we mentioned bangs... she has certainly been well-trained by her brothers to react so automatically whenever she hears the word "bang," regardless of whether or not it's accompanied by gunfire-type motions. Ah, the joys of having older brothers.
Sasha's hair seems naturally predisposed to fall into her face, sheepdog style, so last weekend we decided that we were done fighting it. It was time for the scissors to do the job that the barrettes could not. And I think that the result is quite becoming.