So my shaggy, messy ragamuffin got a trim...
...and became an angelic looking big girl. The hairdresser was a ninja, simultaneously distracting Chloe with plastic figurines and chatter about butterflies and bubbles while whipping her hair into shape in three minutes flat. It was worth my $20. Chloe was pretty happy too and is already saying "hair cut next time mommy, next time" which is toddler-speak for "the hair cut lady doesn't make me cry and gives me lollipops." Works for me, Chloe!