"It" Was Bound to Happen

"It" happens to every toddler, eventually. I guess I just didn't expect "it" from my well-behaved 4 year old. Eventually, every kid who knows how to weild a pair of scissors gets the brilliant idea that they should give themselves a haircut.

Yesterday, while I was being Mother of the Year (again), i.e., napping (it was only 10 minutes, I swear!!) Ivy took the scissors and CHOP CHOP CHOP. She came running into the room, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Do you even recognize me, Mom???"

"Of course I recognize you... why?"

"Because, I cut my hair!"

"What?!?" I rubbed my bleary eyes and noticed that she had indeed cut her bangs.

"Why would you do that??"

"My hair was in my eyes."

"Well the why didn't you get a hair clip???"

She had no answer.

Actually, I wasn't mad - she did a fantastic job of it, and I think she may be a future hair dresser. When I saw the chunks of hair in the trash can I wanted to laugh. Even though she may have cut her own hair, leave it to her to clean up after herself.

Fortunately, it wasn't like this:

It was more like this:

Except less Asian, natch.


One thing did seem particularly odd to me though... pieces of tape stuck to some of the chunks of hair. I found out later that it was because she tried to tape her hair back on, but she was disappointed to find that it just didn't stick!