Scissors

Well, Claire cut her hair. Again. The last time she did it, she was about three, and we were living in Provo. This time, she had been complaining that her bangs were getting in her eyes. Apparently, the matter wasn't taken care of as quickly as she'd have liked, so she took matters into her own hands. I guess we'll have to pay closer attention to hair/eye juxtaposition in the future.