Uh oh. Mama was impulsive.
And just couldn't take the hair in the face or the food in the hair in the face anymore. However, she failed to take into account the many cowlicks, the inability of a toddler to keep her head straight for more than two seconds, or the apparently unusual shape of her daughter's forehead.
Mimi saw the results and concluded: "I'm a big girl now." Then she ate her chicken soup without any her hair in her face. Mama doesn't quite feel sick about it, but has a new found respect for children's hairdressers.