I was walking through my hallway, phone rang, answered it… it was Cam (who was driving from school to work). We began to chat, the norm. Until I looked down at my needing-to-be-vacuumed carpet… was that hair?
When was the last time I trimmed my bangs?
Didn’t I take the bathroom garbage out just yesterday?
Wait… that’s too light to be my– OH no…
That’s when I looked up to the table, at my three-year-old eating her macaroni and cheese. Cameron kept asking what was wrong, because I was silent except for the “OH no…”
She did it.
The inevitable thing that happens to every little girl at some point in her life… had happened to mine. I had been so careful and always taught her not to do it… apparently I wasn’t clear enough.
Two inches across on the front of Liv’s head had been cut to eye level.
It was time for a haircut. 😦
Here are our sad (but CUTE) before and afters…
this is before she discovered how much I had to cut off.
She’s turned to look at her “funny” side in the medicine cabinet mirror.)
She was watching Cinderella… not paying much attention.
When she started bawling in the bathroom,
because “I was just making it longer, momma…” and
“But I like it longer, I want it longer, don’t cut it,”
it absolutely broke my heart…
(After reminding her, she’d look like Snow White when we were done,
and of course – that she could have fruit snacks… well, things brightened up.) 🙂
So there you have it folks…
My 3-year-old who talks like a 16-year-old
officially looks like a 5-year-old.
(and oddly enough, EXACTLY like my sister Sidney
when her hair was bobbed, lol.)
At least she’s cute – man, that phrase saves her every day… 😛