The rest of the story sounded a lot like this:
me: Lydia, the scissors feel a little high against my back.
Lydia: Mooooom. I'm cutting it where you told me to.
me: Ok. Just relax and be precise
Lydia: Ok. I AM being precise
(Insert tense silence)
me: Lydia, make sure you don't cut higher as you go around the back.
(more tense silence)
me: Lydia, is it too late for that?
Lydia: Well it looks really good mom (she says as she kicks a piece of hair that's fallen on the floor)
me: (insert primal scream as I see the strand is about 5" or 6" long)
Of course, we had to cut it all to match the shortest section, so it's not
even touching my shoulders now.