she will want to cut her hair. I was probably around 5 or 6. We had this large dining room table and I took the pair of scissors and decided to cut my bangs. Even at that age, I remember the adrenaline thrill of it. I was left with some spikes on top of my forehead for bangs.
Fast forward to Amelia, a darling little three year old too smart for her own good. She knows I cut hair in our bathroom, right before showers. I cut the boys hair and she usually wants a trim, where I preceed to cut off a tiny bit just so she can be like her brothers.
Apparently, she saw the scissors in there today and decided to go for it and made her self some bangs.
So, I had to fix it and give her some real bangs.
Every one of my children has cut their own hair at some point. Milestone complete.