We used to use the word Frightwig when I was a kid for someone with CRAZY hair, as in: get-yourself-to-a-barber-QUICK! hair. (Oooh, I just realized I sound like that annoying Yoplait commercial-sorry!) As the picture aptly illustrates, Avery was becoming our house Frightwig, sporting hair wings that were about to lift her skyward, despite my formerly mentioned attempts at cutting it. Well, that was the case anyway until yesterday when my friend taught me how to REALLY, PROPERLY cut hair.It's short and boyish NOW, but it's a classic sweet shape, and will be especially cute when it grows out a bit. She is cute no matter the hair, but I especially like the way the bangs frame her face. So long little mini-Frightwig!