Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Samantha is definitely the more laid back of our two kids on most accounts.  But brushing her hair? No way no how.  She throws fits.  She cries.  When I ask if I can cut all her hair off like daddy's since she won't let me brush it, "No! I a girl!" then lets me brush her hair.  Sort of.  I usually give up after a few swipes and let her go to school looking like a diseased animal.

She's a woman of many charms, what can I say.  I just can't stand her crying.

Finally, I did what I never wanted to do.  Sam, Addi and I loaded into the car and we cut her beautiful, straight, white-blond, sticky hair into a bob.  All while I kept saying, "I don't want to do this.  Should I be doing this?  Ugh..."

Do I regret it now? 

How could I regret something so adorable?  And, easier to brush?