In need of a haircut

 So Eva's quiet.

She is not annoying her brother.

She is not calling for Mommy incessantly for no reason.

Just quiet.

Cannot be good.  

After basking in this bliss for about 10 minutes, my mommy radar goes off.  "Oh snap! She must be into something!"

I find her in the corner of the living room, hidden near the heater.  "Hi Mommy!"  she says quickly.  "I'm giving my girls a haircut."

I look over to see one of several figurines sitting through a spa day.

Nylon hair all over the floor of course.

But I was actually fine with it.

"Eva, you know that's not going to grow back?"

Exasperated.  "Yeah, I know Mommy."  Duh.

Okay then.  "She looks really beautiful.  She needed a haircut."  

Snip away my child.