[muhl-it-ek-tuh-mee] noun: the act of removing an attrocious hairstyle from the head of your toddler, typically requiring force, skittles, and resulting in tears.
I didn't avoid cutting her hair for emotional reasons as much as from dillusional optimism that her hair would thicken, curl, and fill in. Unfortunately it did fill in- the bangs grew long, the tail grew long, but the sides stayed short. So we went to some ridiculously cheerful & expensive kid's salon in lake oswego (as milwaukie is apparently NOT a target market for an upscale children's salon).
The cost was $20 and worth it.
Jo got to sit in a car while having her hair trimmed, watch elmo, and received a lollipop and balloon for her troubles. Not to mention some purple glitter hair spray and a side pony.
After the initial tears were shed, the hair was cut, and my bank account debited, Jo decided she did indeed want to stick around & play. We sat for an hour in the waiting area, me on a couch, her in the driver's seat of a pink barbie escalade. Her grandpa found this particularly fortuitous, as he has ordered her a black mercedes benz power wheels for christmas, and is now 100% affirmed in his purchase. Jo didn't actually GO anywhere, but she liked to push all the buttons. I guess that's something that she at 19 months and me at 16 years had in common.