My kids just about sent me to crazyland tonight. So, for Throwback Thursday, I decided to remember it could be worse. In fact, it HAS been worse. Like the day they chopped each other’s hair off.
Ah, yes. Gather ’round and let’s re-live it together.
(Originally published December 10, 2013.)
It’s 3:00 pm. Rest time is over, and I look up as my children casually bound down the stairs to join me in the living room. I notice Molly is still wearing the purple headband she had on earlier, but now her hair appears to also be in a ponytail – which I find curious, as she isn’t able to do this without my help.
“Molly, where’s your hair?” I laugh.
Cue “deer-in-headlights” looks on both children’s faces. Not a good sign.
Sitting bolt upright on the couch (not laughing now): “Molly. Where. Is. Your. Hair.”
Bulldozed by reality, I enter an out-of-body state. Body paralyzed, my mind helpfully narrates, “This is the moment. This is the moment when your children cut each other’s hair. This is happening.”
Then, “Holy $#!%, I need to get this on video.”
Behind the camera, I barely control a unique combination of belly laughter and gut-wrenching sobs as I continue to drill my children in disbelief.
It becomes painfully evident that while my son has only a chunk cut from the front of his hair…
… my daughter’s hair has been obliterated:
(by these little WMD’s.) (Which have been banned indefinitely.)
We have a stern little (big) chat about the danger of their actions (hello, miraculously uninjured ears, fingertips, EYEBALLS) and then proceed to the children’s salon to shape up Molly’s new pixie cut.
I require each child to pony up money toward the cost of the fix. $5 from Owen for cutting his sister’s hair; $5 from Molly for letting him. (It had taken them approximately 4 years to save the money – and it had taken Molly 4 years to grow her hair to her shoulders. Sounds about fair to me.)
Owen doesn’t get a professional fix. (Daddy’s clippers have been dying to get a hold of his luscious locks for quite awhile already. Pictures will follow as soon as I get Daddy to bite the bullet and shave the boy’s head.)
It’s been a week, we’re all still alive, and I’m starting to recognize my daughter again… Allow me to introduce the sweetest little pixie I ever did see: