What did you DO????
This one time I was sleeping and I was awoken to my husband yelling out "What did you DO???"
I thought he was talking to me until I looked down at the end of our bed. There I saw my adorable 20 month old daughter, smiling back at us... with a pair of scissors in hand.
And a pile of hair on our bed.
Is that HER hair?
When did she learn to use scissors?
And how did she get them out of a drawer above her head???
Is there blood?
What me worry?
I don't think I've ever awoken so quickly. I leaped from my bed, and grabbed the pair of scissors, but it was already too late. The damage was done. No blood, but a large chunk of hair was now missing from the side of her head.
My husband was angry. I was upset. She gave us this look:
|Did I do something wrong?|
I wept in front of my hair stylist. Who knew I was so attached to my daughter's hair?
|See all those wispy hairs? Ya, not natural. That's a hack job.|