Haircuts

One recent Sunday morning, R & B were playing quietly in their room with the door closed as the rest of us got ready for church.  They love to play together, so that was nothing unusual.  The quiet part, however, was quite unusual.  Their games tend to include lots of running and neighing, a fair amount of crawling and meowing, and even some flying and dragon roaring.  I should have known something was amiss.

 

When I opened their door to get them dressed for church, I was greeted with two extremely guilty faces.  R was running away from me to hide in the corner.  And B crawled out from underneath the rocking chair, child scissors in hand and informed me that she needed a haircut.  I relieved her of the scissors and looked closely at her hair.  When I noticed that she had apparently gone ahead and taken care of that "needed" haircut.  That prompted me to track down R and examine her hair.  R's wasn't too bad.  Just one snip along the side and near the front, not very noticeable.  B's haircut was much more aggressive. 

 

I took the liberty of marking her snips.  These things should be preserved for posterity, after all.

Normally, in this type of scenario, I would suspect the older sibling of leading the younger sibling astray.  But B is more of a troublemaker than your average younger sibling. 

She has too many ideas and makes too many connections.  She remembers things too well.  Like the one time I took her in for a haircut instead of doing it myself because I was feeling entirely too overwhelmed that week.  I stressed to her how much she "needed" a haircut to help her cooperate with the procedure.  She did great.  And has never forgotten because she occassionally informs me that her hair is getting too long and that she needs another haircut.  She usually wants a pink haircut.  And I usually brush her off.

 

Maybe that wasn't the best approach.  I'm thinking I may have underestimated her independent, DIY streak.

A few weeks after the incident, I finally got around to giving her an actual haircut that would hopefully hide some of the damage she did.  It still needs a little work, but I figure that nobody looks that closely at her hair.  Good enough for government work.

Lopsided, varying lengths are in style, right?  Can't I just call them layers?

What's the difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut anyway?  About two weeks.

It could have been worse.  Given more time, I'm sure she would have done much more damage with those scissors.  She might have ended up looking like S after her kindergarten haircut.

 And then even worse after an attempted fix . . .

And at least B had the sense not to do it three days before school picture day.  But I'm thinking that I better keep close tabs on those scissors . . .