This is the third lock of hair I have found in our house this afternoon. I trimmed Zoey’s bangs on Friday, and apparently she now has the hair-cutting bug. I asked David if he was pulling her hair out. (There is something about having her scalp pulled back from her skull a few times now, where it doesn’t actually take as much effort as you might think to pull her hair out completely by the roots.) In response, he ran off and brought back my hair-cutting scissors from a random new hiding place, claiming she had cut it. Ugh. I have been determined for Z to have long, well-styled hair at least once in her life, but she seems to have other ideas. It’s also kind of creepy to keep finding full locks of hair under tables all over the house.