It was bound to happen. And of course it was bound to happen while I was out of the house and Daddy was in charge.
Madelynn cut her own hair.
Let's back up a little. I ran to Walgreens to pick up a prescription and some ice. I came home and Branden met me in the driveway. Without saying a word, he opened his clutched fingers and showed me a fistful of hair. "You're daughter cut her own hair. In the front. It's horrible."
I bit back a smile. C'mon, everybody does it. At least we've got three weeks til school and a whole 48 hours til the birthday parties this weekend!
But Daddy was terribly upset, so I put on a frown and prepared for the worst.
It wasn't so bad. She basically gave herself bangs. However, I gave her the "We don't cut our own hair because it's very hard to do correctly and it isn't safe!" speech and then I made her dump her coin jar (from doing her chores) into a baggie to pay for the "hair cut place" to fix it.
I don't think they'll have to do much. And I so desperately wanted to post a picture, but I thought that might be sending the wrong message:
"What you did was wrong. Now, say cheese!"
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