Friday, December 21, 2007

Playing with Scissors

My mom calls it a childhood rite of passage. But that still doesn't make me happy about Grace's self-inflicted haircut. I came home from the grocery store to find that my siblings had put Grace down for a nap in the present-wrapping room with scissors in plain sight on the floor. Genius. I can't wait until they have kids. Anyway, it wasn't five minutes before she had done this:

I nearly cried. I guess it's mostly my fault, though, considering that I kept telling her we were going to get her hair cut. I'm sure her little two-year-old brain believed she was helping me out.

I couldn't bear the thought of giving her a boy's mushroom cut, so this is what I had the hairdresser do:
As long as I can get her hair "trained" to part on the other side to cover up the hack job, all will be well.
After this stressful episode, I realized that if Grace does something as a teenager to cause me real worry, I might not make it.

1 comment:

  1. It's true, every kid has to go through it. It was only a matter of time but I know that doesn't make you feel any better. I won't lie, her long hair was very beautiful and it was really getting so long. But I'm partial to bobs and I just think it's so cute! Plus, Grace can pull anything off and still be so darling.