I Pledge Thee a Lock of My Hair
Our carpet often contains rather interesting flora and fauna, lovingly placed there (and then ground in) by our adorable children. So I'm never too surprised at what I find. I'm usually not too amused, either, and today didn't disappoint. While industriously preparing for Alex's 3rd birthday party, I raced around the house, periodically noticing something a little bit like a dead palm frond lying on the floor despite yesterday's vacuuming efforts. Finally I had enough time to go pick it up, and as I bent to retrieve the frond, I noticed it was a bit too hirsute for a plant. Yes, you probably guessed it before I did. It was a lock of Sarah's hair, about five inches long, and thankfully only a tiny amount.
I reconstructed the scene of the crime fairly easily. This morning I had given Sarah a cutting task while we learned about floor plans. She was to cut out some drawings of furniture that we would then place into a "room" on a piece of paper. Always trustworthy before this (okay, except a few years ago when she kept cutting up her pants!), I let her cut while I went to change Alex's diaper. When I returned, she busied herself with her task. What I didn't know then, of course, is that she's taken a break to see if she had "hairstylist" written in her future.
She admitted her crime, meekly received her punishment, and accepted the pronouncement that from now on cutting anything other than the paper I'd given her for that purpose would result in rather draconian punishment.
All in all, pretty good! I assumed she'd aim her first haircutting efforts at Alex, and I was prepared to greet a miniature Yule Brenner some day. Or, if she aimed the scissors at herself, I figured we'd require an emergency trip to the hairdressers. Instead I got a chance to head Sarah off at the pass with a mere 1/4 inch by 5 inch lock! I couldn't ask for a better break.
Comments
I've been there! Victoria cut 6" off her waist-length hair when she was 3. I was so upset (not mad, just sad) that I had to get my sister to even it up for me. I think every girl does this at one time or another. When I was 12 I decided to cut my own bangs. They did not look good and I spent the next few months in JUNIOR HIGH hanging my head in shame and mortification. You can only laugh. (Wait until she starts shaving her legs...lots of blood.)
Betsy
Posted by: Betsy Cuthbertson | March 4, 2006 7:51 AM
I can't imagine how horrid that must have been to have a bad haircut in junior high! I have no memory of cutting my own hair as a child. I'll have to ask my mom. But it's not just girls who rampage with scissors. Don gave one of his younger brothers a haircut when he was a kid, and my brother tried to cut the whiskers off a cat because it "needed a haircut." Luckily he failed!
Posted by: Lisa Roberts | March 6, 2006 8:10 AM