I’m incredibly, ‘gifted’ at cutting corners, or finding ways to save inane amounts of money by simply doing things myself, buying ‘off-brand’ or doing without. My daughter has hair that is willful, rambunctious, inconsolable, and very, very, pretty. The auburn blaze that frames her face tends to look disheveled as she runs around our house, or outside. She seems to always be, running.
When I noticed the hair had started entering into eyeball territory, watching her hands bat the offending strands in her face, I took my trusty scissors and gave her bangs a trim. All was well, until today at the store when someone said, “Oh no! Looks like she got a hold of your scissors.” I looked, cocked my head to the side, staring to see if maybe- I had not noticed in my quest to get her picked up from Montessori, get the grocery shopping done and count down until my bedtime. Nope. Nothing out of place. I looked back up, puzzled- I know they looked a bit 1930′s, (I cut them short, but seriously lady?) I think she caught my puzzled look and said, “Oh- it’s just when my son did that we had to cut his bangs really short too.“
I came home and looked. Dude. WORST BANG CUT EVER. I apologized to Ava, promised that it was a good thing that my skills as a writer-mommy-superhero did not include professional haircutting and we had some extra ice cream. It was all sweet until she decided, (in true three-year-old-form,) “My mommy cut my hair like this.” (Holding her hand perpendicular to her face for effect.) Great, kid….
She tells all my secrets.
