I want to see her eyes.  To me, I can see her smile in her eyes (to know just how genuine the one on her mouth might be)...so to have the bangs in them constantly bugs me.  But, she wants to grow them out.  When I threaten her with the scissors, she runs to get a barrette to hold back the bangs.  But her promises are short-lived.  She hates ponytails and hair devices.  The hair is back in her eyes the next hour.  Yet, I can't bring myself to actually cut them.  Simply because she's growing up and making her own sense of self.  Apparently, I'll just have to wait it out for awhile longer.