Amy loves to do my hair. She tries to braid it and puts all sorts of random clips in it. Today, while working on some sort of up-do, she suddenly stated: "Mommy, your hair is way too long. Can I cut it?"
"No!" I stated rather emphatically. "You are NOT to cut mommy's hair."
"Oh." She said quite crestfallen. "Well, then you need to go to a cutter and get your hair cut."
Guess she doesn't understand the psychological implications of being a "cutter" yet!