I was going to write about this last night but mommy was still feeling little traumatized. My youngest Amy has been blessed with her paternal grandmothers beautiful hair. She was born with a full head of dark thick wavy hair that grows faster then anything I have ever seen. When wet it reaches completely down her back and hits her cute little patootie. I will admit this is a small source of vanity for mom as well as daughter.
It is always a little nerve racking for me to take her to get a haircut, at 3 1/2 she has only been twice. One of my husbands favorite things to tease me about it cutting her hair.
Today while I was working in the office my little monsters were watching a movie downstairs, this is pretty common for them to do while I am on a work phone call. I went down to check on them and they were happily playing together and I left the room proud that they were behaving so well. Less then 10 minutes later my 4 year old walked into the room with his craft scissors and a handful of...MY DAUGHTERS HAIR! and says "hahaha mommy, look at amys hair" in as innocent a voice as possible. Amy runs in just as happy and giggly. To them this is just a game.
Mommy was speechless to say the least....I rushed over to amy (after confiscating the scissors from my son who was starting to look a little worried that maybe this game hadn't been such a good idea). At first look it didn't look to bad, then I started running my hands through her hair, and coming up with handfuls of it! To keep myself from ringing their little necks I sent them both to their rooms and called my mother in law so she could convince me not to kill her grandkids!!!
After I had calmed down I rushed both kids into the car and over to our hairdressers. I walked in with amy's hair in a zip lock baggie (as if they'd be able to reattatch it somehow! haha) and said "he cut it off!" She was so sweet, took amy right away and convinced me with a little trimming and layering it would look fine and still keep a lot of the length.
The only unfixable part was the nice little patch that he cut down to about half an inch in the middle of her forehead!! And if you look really close you can tell how one peice in the back looks a little to short. Everytime I look at it I have to remind myself "It will grow back, it will grow back" "they were just being kids, don't kill them"
I have some great blackmail pictures for the future though, When they are 15 and I need leverage of some kind I can pull out these pics and say "remember when you were 3 and 4 and mommy didn't kill you!!!!!!"
