After I got my haircut, Emma was, at first, sad.
"Mom, you have a boy haircut!"
I scoffed and said, "I do not!"
"Will your hair grow long again tomorrow?"
"Nope, it'll be a while until it gets long again."
And then a few days later, after another head to head battle trying to brush her hair, i told her I was going to cut it.
"oh I want to cut it like you mom! I want a boy hair cut!"
"Ok, it's a deal. You're getting your hair cut tomorrow!"
and so it was.
I love it and has completely eliminated our morning and nightly battles.