My dad is in town (wish you were here, mom!). No sooner did he arrive, he asked me to cut Lila's bangs. I blogged about her first haircut a couple of weeks ago and mentioned that I wanted to grow out her bangs. She will not, however, keep hair clips or ties in her hair for more than a few minutes. DH had nicknamed her, "sheep dog."
DH has been asking me, pleading with me, for weeks, if not months, to cut her bangs. I ignored him. And ignored him. But, as soon as my father walked through the door and told me she must get a cut, I relented.
I guess there's something about dads. Even after all these years, I still find myself listening to him!