Here's the look.
Caroline and I took naps at the same time recently. She woke up first which is always a downer. Usually I can dig deep and come out of my slumber before my body is ready. But not this time. I just couldn't shake it, so I told Caroline to go play with Luke while I rested a little more.
The next thing I knew, I was awake and the house was quiet. I thought
Wow, I'm so glad I got to sleep a little more.
Hmm, the kids are really quiet.
They're such good kids.
I wonder how long I slept.
I hope they're not dead.
I guess I'll get up and check.
As I eased down the quiet hallway, I caught a glimpse of silent movement from the bathroom. It was our youngest. She gave me the look. You know the look? The "I've been doing something that's probably not good but maybe if I smile really sweet, you won't care" look. I get it often.
I know a lot of kids cut their own hair at one point or another. It's a rite of passage, really. But doesn't it usually happen so innocently?
The sweet child is sitting at his desk cutting out a heart for Valentine's day. The scissors ever so slowly creep up to the bangs and just take a little bit off the top. Uh-oh mom. I cut my hair a little.
That's what I picture.
But not our baby. This girl had been making plans for weeks, and she finally had her chance.
The crime scene . . .
As you can see, my two year old set out all the hair cutting paraphernalia. You can see it all there. Scissors? Check. Comb? Check. Water bottle? Check. Stool because I have short, chubby legs? Check. Trash can placed perfectly in front of the stool to catch the trimmings? Check.
She even took her shirt off to prevent the hair itchies and had the broom out for clean up.
Is this the same girl who can't wipe her own nose?
I walked over to the trash can and found the evidence.
I've always thought cut hair looks disgusting in the trash can. It makes me feel queasy.
As I looked at Caroline's head, I couldn't see where all this hair had come from. I searched high and low for a bald spot but there was none.
Then I found it. Apparently, my daughter's hair cutting plan had reached beyond her beauty shop set up. She had ever so gently lifted the top of her hair, cut a chunk of the under layer then covered it back up so no one would know.
What's wrong Mommy? Are you mad at me?
Here's a profile view. The whole section is buzzed.
See the pretty pony tail?
Put it down. It makes me queasy.
We are so in for it.
Here's the look.
Posted by Beth at 9:06 PM