Last Tuesday, the twins brought scissors with them to preschool. When we got home, they were playing quietly (too quietly, in retrospect) while I prepared lunch. When I called them to come to the table, there was an ominous silence. I called again. Sarah popped up from behind the couch and said, "We are cutting ours hair." Not again! I've been working for months to grow out Allison's bangs. They were finally getting long enough to pull back, and both she and Sarah looked cute, but different enough to make it easy for folks to tell them apart. With one swipe of the scissors, we're back to the beginning. It could have been worse. Back in November, just days before our family picture, they cut their hair back to the scalp. This time, Allison ended up with bangs about the same length as Sarah's, and Sarah cut a few odd "layers" into her hair. As I looked at their hair in display and sadness, Sarah said, "But we are sorry, mommy." Allison concurred, "We won't do it again!" What a life! Don't they look remorseful in the picture I got of them moments later?