Bang. Bang. (february)

It started with Hallie. Scissors in hand, hair on head, temptation before her. And she did it. Bangs (I tidied them up somewhat). She mourned the loss of her hair for weeks. Brecken on the other hand loved the change. She soon began to plead for bangs herself. I (inwardly) decided that if she consistently asked me for a month I would relent--and she did, as did I.  A week later I decided, "What the hay?" (if that can be considered a decision) and chopped off Taylor's as well. Here they are. Bang. Bang. Bang...