So today, we had just finished dinner, and Abe had Charis in his lap. He grabbed her hair, pulling it tightly at the back of her head, then proceeded to do his best impression of scissors. He told her that he had just cut all of her hair off. I tried to look shocked.
"CHARIS! WHERE DID ALL OF YOUR HAIR GO!?" I cried.
She touched her hand to her head. "You can't cut it all off!" She said dramatically. "People LOVE my hair!"