Fighting a losing battle

Tori hates having her hair done. She doesn't want me to wash it or brush it let alone actually style it. I hate fighting with her about it, so I took her to Ellen's Hair Country in Camas and she transformed her from this:

Into this...

Isn't she adorable?!?! I love it. Seriously, I think she's so flippin' cute, I can hardly stand it. Of course, during the actual haircutting process she mostly looked like this:

She kept pushing Ellen away and moving around, so I gave her some perm rods to play with:

By the end, she was ready to be done. When she finally looked in the mirror and saw how pretty she looked, she didn't want me to ever stop taking her picture. She posed with the bear, on the bench, and everywhere in between. I won't bore you with all the pictures, but I have to include my 2 favorites:

Now that her hair is short, it takes 5 seconds to brush it and Tori doesn't even mind. She can shake her head all around and nothing gets in her eyes or sticks to the snot that is constantly dripping out of her nose. Best haircut ever! Thanks, Ellen. What would I do without you.