Last night when the girls came home, we had a little mini-reunion. They hadn’t been gone that long – four days – but there was still a rosy glow hanging in the air. (Oh shoosh - do not hate on my cliché. It happens so infrequently {the glow at home, not my horrid writing} that we can just deal with the clicheness of it all.) Where was I? Oh yes – everyone was (pretty much) happy. Know how I know? No one was even bickering while they got ready for bed. I told you it was rosy.
My feelings of Happy pretty much evaporated when I walked into the bathroom to watch my youngest daughter primp in front of the mirror. I love when she acts all Big Girl and stuff, so I sat down on the toilet seat to watch her.
“Mom, wouldn’t I look pretty with my hair like this?” Bee asked, holding her bangs back up off her face.
“Yes, you would. We could grow them out if you want,” I offered.
“Yeah, we can cut them ve-wy, ve-wy short, all the way down!!!” I’m afraid there were just as many exclamation points in her voice as all that.
“What?! No! You do NOT cut your bangs! You let them grow out! You pull them to the side, like this,” I swept them over with my fingers verrrrrry gently so she could see, “and then they grow longer like Gracie and my bangs did.”
“No, Mom – you cut them way down at the bottom so you can’t see them!!”
The Happy was still in her voice, but I could already feel sweat beading between my shoulder blades. She wasn’t even listening to me. And, darn it, she sounded so happy with her plan to make them ve-wy short. That is when I hid every single pair of my scissors. It’s the difference between raising your first kid and your second – with your second you don’t laugh it off and think, “Oh they are so cute!” Nope. You hide scissors, make sacrifices to the Gods of Sanity, and start looking up cheap wigs on eBay.
Welcome to another week in my crazy house, folks.
February 22, 2011 at 8:36 am |
OMG, this is so freaky!! Caroline and I had the exact same conversation on thursday night. Only she didn’t seem quite so set on cutting hers off. Maybe you could buy her some pretty hair clips as bribery not to cut them off!
February 22, 2011 at 10:07 am |
When my daughter was little she gave herself a little hair cut. She snipped off one section of her hair. When I tried to even it up it actually ended up looking really cute! Of course, that wouldn’t really work if she had sheared off her bangs!
February 22, 2011 at 10:16 am |
I have preemptively hidden the scissors because whatever your kids think about doing, mine will do. It’s a law or something.
February 22, 2011 at 10:17 am |
Every little girl cuts her own hair at least once! I had LONG hair when I was little and wanted it cut short but my Mom wouldn’t let me have it cut. One day she caught me in the basement, my head flipped over a garbage can, cutting straight (well, what I thought was straight) across. My hair was down past my waist when I started and had to be cut just below my shoulders to even it back out when I was done. Keep those scissors hidden! I think they make scissors that aren’t supposed to be able to cut hair if that helps at all:)
February 22, 2011 at 10:29 am |
My brother did that very thing right before Kindergarten pictures. LOL. Classic.
February 22, 2011 at 12:13 pm |
OH MY! That is one thing Emma never did. Have you read her Junie B. Jones where she has sprigs? I think that and the little girl across the road who cut her own bangs were enough to scare Emma.
February 22, 2011 at 12:21 pm |
“look up cheap whigs on ebay” lmao! well one of my friends cut her best friend’s hair so badly that one of their moms had to give her a short short haircut that made her look like a little boy and then my friend cut her own hair (cause her friend’s hair was too short to cut again) but she couldn’t reach the back so she gave herself a mullet and her mom made her live with it as punishment.
i myself don’t remember cutting my hair. i do remember getting in trouble in kindergarten because Ms.Wood found scraps of brown hair on the floor and bc she couldnt figure out who did it she made all the brown haired girls lose recess. i hope the girls never get a witch like her for a teacher!
February 22, 2011 at 3:03 pm |
Hope you hid them well!
February 23, 2011 at 9:52 am |
Oh – here’s a good hair cut story – though maybe not as good as Kim’s.
On the third day of kindergarten my nephew reached over and cut off a little girl’s pigtail braid right in the middle. Her mom took it very well, but OMG I would have killed my son if he had done that.
February 23, 2011 at 8:25 pm |
Oh good call Katie.