You see, we had some friends over for dinner Saturday night, and the adults were all outside relaxing beside the fire-pit. The girls were playing inside so nicely and quietly...maybe too quietly.
Because then that little phrase came out of my dear child's mouth. "Mom, can I cut my hair with scissors???" My first thought was "no, she wouldn't dare...she's too smart to do that". Then I thought, "son of a gun, she better not have cut her own hair!"
I yelled up to her " absolutely NOT, missy". And she replied "Uh...uh...Oh.... OK".
My pal & I looked at each other and ran up to the house. The girls were playing on the back porch, and there were the infamous scissors on the ground next to them. No hair was floating around, and so at first glance all appeared OK.
Then I go into the bathroom and find...
Thankfully she just cut a little bit on front, giving her almost a layered bangs look. Could have been much worse I suppose. I don't think she'll be playing hairdresser any time again soon ...at least I hope not!