Morticia hummed softly to herself as she cut carefully at her child's hair. She was gentle and patient, making sure to check in now and then to make sure they liked how it looked. She didn't want to cut it too short, nor leave it too long -- it was their hair, after all, they deserved to wear it however they pleased.

Eventually, she finished, running her fingers through it to smooth it out, looking at them with all the adoration of a mother. She held up the mirror for them to see and smiled softly.

“What do you think, mon ange? Is it too long? Too short? I want it to be perfect for you.”