My Beauty School Dropout


I thought I was going to be one of the lucky parents who didn’t have a hair cutting incident with any of my children, but I should have never discounted Anna as the one likely to give it a try.

The other day she locked the bathroom door from the inside and then walked out and shut it. I didn’t realize there was a reason for it, but after breaking into the bathroom and seeing the pile of beautiful blonde hair in the garbage can I realized what had happened. I half yelled half sobbed, “Who cut their hair!!!” (knowing full well who it was). I hear a vibrato wail and she ran to me sobbing, “I’m sorry Mommy, I’m sorry…don’t tell Dad!” She ran into my arms as I sat in the bathroom we cried in each others arms for a few minutes and then I assessed the damages. She had taken chunks of hair from the left side above her ear and clipped pieces at different lengths (with toenail scissors!). The shortest pieces were no longer than the tops of her ears. She didn’t get the very top layer so I figured we could hide if for a few weeks while it grew out a bit and then get it trimmed up to match, but after about three days Brett and I decided we would just have to get it all chopped.


We all marched off for the beauty salon and I told the guy cutting her hair to just make it look as feminine and cute as possible and I went and sat down and let him do what he could. I was actually quite pleased with the results. I miss her long layers framing her face, but something about this cute pixie cut really fits her personality. The best part is she LOVES it. It is easy to do (she can easily brush it herself in about ten seconds in the morning) and when we are fixing up a bit more I gel it up and blow dry it so it flips up a bit in the back.

Neither one of us has shed another tear over it since!


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