quite literally...I cut it in my bathroom. I was feelin' frumpy, so I cut it off, except I couldn't find a mirror to look at the back so I ran to my mother-in-laws for her to cut the wonky pieces I missed. Then I asked Yo Mama (visiting from NY, who has recently grown her hair out long and luscious) how she felt about bangs and she said they inhibited her ability to be a good mom, but I should do it, and I always do what she says. She has the power of persuasion.
I like 'em! but I have to agree with her. I'm not so quick with the one wipe diaper show anymore because I'm fussin' with the bangs. But we can deal.
I apologize, I posted the sprinkles picture before pre-empting you with the hair cut headliner. I just wasn't thinking. Then after reading your nice comments on the hair (and the sprinkles), I figured I better address it. (Thanks guys.) And really, what is a blog without a "got my haircut" post or two.
So there it is. Bangs and all. I got my haircut.