The other day I let the kids use their blunt scissors to make beautiful creations with paper. Later on, as I was cleaning the kitchen after lunch, they both went up stairs to get ready for naps. I could hear them up there, screaming as they played catch with a ball – then silence.
Thomas wandered downstairs asking for milk. I asked where his sister was, and went up to investigate. She was nowhere to be found. I called her name, and she answered me… from under Thomas’ bed.
I noticed that she had a pair of scissors in her hand, and I noticed that she was hiding under the bed.
“What are you cutting under there?”
“You’re cutting something, and you’re hiding it from me. Confess it to me now, because if I have to figure it out on my own you’ll be in worse trouble” [translate: spanking].
She crawled out from under the bed and I saw her poor, chopped, hair. It was so, so, sad. Fortunately, it fixed up pretty nice, but I miss her cute little Ruthie haircut. This one is growing on me, but it makes her look so much older, and I’m not ready for older.
We all took it in stride, though, especially me. It is, after all, only hair.