Part of our morning "routine" (a.k.a. "fight") is combing out Ali's hair. The longer it gets, the rattier it gets through the night. She tosses and turns so much during the night, when she wakes up in the morning, it's torture combing it out! I guess that's part of the reason I was OK with her cutting it... although I was sick when we were getting it done! I've never been able to grow my hair, and I have loved doing hers, but I can't even begin to tell you how much easier it was to get her out the door with a smile on her face this morning! Little stinker.