As usual, I explained to her over and over that they will grow back but we have to cut the grass and they are in the middle of it. They aren't where we want them to be, so we have to mow them.
Through her sobs, she let me know something. "That how God made them!"
(This doesn't look like the tearful face I got. I took pictures later, after we had gone through the discussion.)
And how could I argue with that? Daddy still mowed the lawn of course, but it does make you think. Why do we have such a problem with the way God made it? Why do we always have to change God's creation from it's raw beauty into something made by the work of our own hands?