Lily is the light of our lives—an endlessly curious and joyful little girl who fills every corner of our home with laughter and love. At five, her world is filled with imagination and questions, so when she started insisting on keeping her hair long, Sara and I didn’t think much of it at first.

“No, Daddy,” she’d declare, clutching her hair as if it were a treasure. “I want it to stay long.”
We assumed it was just a whim. Sara’s mom, Carol, often commented that short hair wasn’t “ladylike,” so perhaps Lily had absorbed some of that sentiment.
“Sure, sweetheart,” I said. “It’s your hair. You don’t have to cut it.”

But then came the gum incident—a classic parenting disaster. Lily fell asleep during movie night with gum in her mouth. By the time we found her, it was hopelessly tangled in her hair. We tried every trick in the book—peanut butter, vinegar, ice—but nothing worked. The only solution was to cut it out.
When Sara gently explained this to Lily, her reaction caught us completely off guard.