"When I have a brand new hairdo..."

I guess my recital song inspired my mom to get my haircut. I got 6 inches cut off!! I was sitting in Mommy's lap facing her while they were cutting it. After they finished, they turned me around to see it and I completely fell apart. I hated it! I wanted my long hair back. I cried and cried. Mommy took me to get a milkshake to calm me down. A hour and several complements later it started to grow (no pun intended) on me. It was also a surprise to my Pawpaw on his birthday, but he liked it. By the next morning, I loved it! It is a great summer do and easier to wash and brush. I guess it was just the initial shock. What do you think?