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?
Girl: Maybe.
I take that as a yes.
Me: When?
Girl: When you and Daddy were talking.
Me: Last night?
Girl: Uh-huh.
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.
OR
- The fact that her new layers actually look kind of good.
Well, it had to happen sometime. I hid my hair that I cut under my bed thinking my mom wouldn’t find it. She did.
When my girls were three and four the older gave her younger sister a very interesting trim — while I chatted on the phone. She hid the hair behind the couch and then they both acted like nothing happened.
I took them to my husband’s office on the way to the salon where we went to get it fixed. He was livid. Lolo’s long blond tresses were reduced to a short bob. She did look cute, though.
We still laugh about this, but hide the scissors while using the phone!
Way too funny!! So far this hasn’t happened in my house! However, as a sewing teacher and career seamstress with lots and LOTS of scissors and Shears, I have had some very nice clothes get secretly altered to my dismay.