By 8am this morning all this had changed.
Whilst I was downstairs getting Michael sorted for school, she was upstairs in the bathroom, attacking her hair with Daddy's scissors! At 8am this morning I was on the phone in a panic trying to see if our hairdresser could fit us in before playgroup.
Hairdresser wasn't overly impressed at the mess F, has made, yes she has cut it that short above the ear. But I have to say the hairdresser has done an amazing job of rescuing it.
DH is going to have a fit when he sees what she's done