Mom decided enough was enough, and we cut Evalee's baby mullet one night before her bath. It had grown to epic proportions and was starting to look ridiculous. Everyone I talked to about it said that as soon as we cut it, it would start to grow back thicker and more evenly so I was anxious to do it. There were no tears or hesitation. I suppose there was a bit of ceremony, as cameras were present. We did, however, save the first lock for the tiny jar Great-Grandma Furness gave her when she was a newborn.
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