Mommy: Tate, what are you doing?
Tate: Cutting my hair.
Mommy: You're what?? Come here.
Tate comes over with kitchen scissors and locks of hair showing off her new 'layered' look. A long conversation follows about why we don't cut hair and then a trip to time-out.
Mommy: Why were you in time-out?
Tate: Because I was cutting my beautiful hair.
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