Hair cut

Kinsley was practicing cutting paper in the dining room while I was working in the kitchen. She walks in the kitchen and mumbles something while holding the scissors. I looked down and noticed she had a big chunk of hair on her shirt that wasn't attached to her head. I asked her what she had done and she kept saying "I don't know what happened.... I cut my hair..... I don't know how it happened". She was very upset about it. I told her we would have to cut her hair short (like one of the girls in her class) and she started to cry and said "I don't want to look like her, I want to look like me". She made my heart melt. Luckily you can't even tell where she cut her hair, so she doesn't have to cut it any shorter.