I knew it would have to happen eventually. We flirted with it in principle, then it became more pressing, something that had to move beyond concept and actually take place. I am, of course, talking about cutting Finley’s hair. She turned 3 in late April and has never had a haircut. How do you touch this? Finally she turned to me and said, “Mom, can we go to the mall and get my haircut?” My jaw dropped and then I spied her sisters. I realized that they knew I would do this and that conveniently located at the mall is a bounce house dungeon, I mean palace. “Of course we can.” I squeaked. You see her hair, though I worship every corkscrew and wisp,…