Snippets of honey-hued blond hair that belong to your preschooler.
Me, showing her clumps of her hair: What’s this?
Clearly, one of those rhetorical questions moms sometimes use during necessary interrogations.
Girl with New Hairdo: Uh. I dunno.
Me, examining her locks and noticing some new layers: Did you cut your hair?
I take that as a yes.
Girl: When you and Daddy were talking.
Me: Last night?
Really, I don’t know what’s more frightening:
- The fact that she cut her hair.
- The fact that she was armed with scissors, used them on a part of her body, and then managed to surreptitiously toss a fistful of hair into the trash can without either my husband or I ever noticing.
- The fact that her new layers actually look kind of good.