Look, my kid is WAYYYY to cute to have a bad haircut.

I'm thinking I need to sue the JCPenney salon in Vista Ridge because every time I take her there she gets butchered.

No, I don't normally go there, but yesterday was one of those "hurry up and get your hair cut" moments. We were at the mall, I couldn't see Ava's eyes for her bangs, and I was in a rush. And we were already next to the salon because we just HAD TO HAVE a potty break when Momma is rushed.

(I know you can picture me rushing around yelling at my kid because she has to go the bathroom. I'm horrible sometimes.)