L’s had a lot of hair since she was born. Recently, we decided that it had grown too long — at least the little lock that was swooping down into her eyes.

First step: wet the hair and get it standing up — as Elmo looks on…

Next: cut it. Given L’s propensity to jerk suddenly when a flash fires, I didn’t actually get a shot of that.

Finally, comb it.

And in the end, she looks like one of those wet-hair-look Euro-trash boys (and I say that with tongue firmly in cheek).

All she needs now is a tracksuit and she’d fit in perfectly at any Polish soccer match…