Aw, but Jules, she's such an adorable little beauty it hardly matters --- perhaps it's time for a mother-daughter shopping trip to get her a broad, stretchy hairband? And a little something to shore up mummy too!
Like Mo, I did the hair-raising thing to myself, having no siblings to help. Only, I attacked everything, all over me... I think I was about 8 or 9? had just started getting 'grown-up hair' in a couple of years before that, and found it horrifying! So I get Dad's shaver and shave from top to toe --- giving myself a new hairline in the process, entirely removing the hair in front of my years, an inch off my forehead, half my eyebrows (the outer edges), and another inch or two off the nape.
Ma was less than pleased when she went to comb out and tie back my plaits that evening --- I managed to avoid looking her in the face, so she didn't notice until huge clumps came off in her hands while she tried to disentangle my mad curls. She had little room to scold though --- she had 'absentmindedly' taken her craft scissors to her own eyebrows at age 9 or 10 while learning her multiplication tables! --- and anyway going to school for the next few days was torture enough.