It’s been four months this week since the snip-snip incident. The chickens are no longer getting double-takes at the grocery store.
In fact, if you don’t look too closely, my babies look perfectly perfect once more.
Everytime Chicken Noodle asks for scissors these days, she quickly adds, “I won’t cut my hair.”
She seems to have learned something from this whole ordeal. Given the lovely blue on the arm of Little, it seems I haven’t.