I really did not want to cut Pacey's hair. I really, really did not want to. But sometimes Grampa is right, folks. Though it pains me to admit it, and I do prefer being on the side of rightness in life, my dad was right, it was time. Pacey's hair was so long that when it fell out of the pony tail or the clip it was in her eyes and she was poking at her eyes when it tickled. Dad made a good point that she could scratch her eyes and that would be terrible. Of course I did not admit to him that he was right at the time, but when I got home and distracted Pacey with some yummy yogurt melts. I trimmed up her bangs. So now, she looks like a boy, but her eyes are safe. I guess it's worth it?????