My hair grew shorter!

We took Eszter to get her haircut last Wednesday. As many of you know, it was becoming ridiculously long.
Eszter visited Grammie at the salon awhile back, and decided that Miss Karen was the stylist for her. (She knows nothing of haircutting skill, just that Karen has candy oranges at her station)
Eszter did a great job, sat very still, and had her hair cut. Brian was able to make some time in his day at work to be there for the first haircut. It was really great.
As I was putting her to bed, I told her she had gymnastics class the next day. Here is what she said:
"I bet everyone will wonder what happened when they see me. They'll think my hair grew shorter! I'll have to tell them all about it!"
Mind you, we cut all of four inches off...