Eleanor’s hair puts the mop in moppet.
I love her mess of blonde curls, but after almost three years, it was time to tame it.
That afternoon we took her to my salon for her very first haircut.
She was THRILLED, let me tell you.
I’ll spare you the details of how she screamed bloody murder during the attempt to wash her hair, except to say, sorry other salon patrons just trying to relax and read US Weekly while enjoying their expensive cutting and coloring.
She did okay during the actual haircut, thankfully, other than the sullen face and informing me “I’m ready to go” a few times.
Afterwards, we enjoyed the sunshine with an inaugural tricycle ride.
The mop might be coiffed, but she’s still our amazing moppet.