Worst day of my life

I thought we would get through these years without it happening, but no. I got an email that said, "Ava's new haircut". I immediately thought, Ava didn't get a new haircut! But she did! She was using scissors at school and apparently thought she needed a trim. I had to giggle. Oh the stages of life. When I picked her up she claimed it was the worst day ever. We talked it through, no harsh words, no yelling. She made a bad choice and she knew it. Life will go on and her hair will grow again.