This year my children have discovered scissors in a big way. And I know from experience that scissors, in the hands of a small child, and hair are not a good combination.
The first haircut of note was not noticed until the morning after it had occurred when my four year old daughter woke for the day. At first I thought her hair was sitting a bit funny, making it look as though she had a fringe. But as she climbed up to the breakfast bar I observed the tell-tale marks of scissors.
I asked her father if he noticed anything different above Miss 4’s hair to which he inquired, ‘Why? Doesn’t she have a fringe?’
Under grilling from both parents Miss 4 admitted cutting her hair. It seems that the previous night after I had cut hubby’s hair she had gone into the bathroom while her father was having a shower, grabbed a section of the hair around her face and cut it to just above her eyebrows. The effect was actually quite good and only took a few small snips on my part to even the whole thing out. Regardless, we had a stern discussion about using scissors unsupervised and especially on hair.
So now she had a fringe which was widely complimented. Needless to say that my sanguine Miss 4 loved all of the attention.
Then we had a break for a while until Master 6 came home from school with a few chunks of hair missing from behind his ears. After a short discussion I discovered that almost the whole of his Kindergarten class were experimenting with hair cutting and the girl who sat next to him had trimmed his. A conversation ensued about letting other children cut your hair.
Then, perhaps a month after this incident I again noticed Master 6 had an interesting detail in his hair and this time, he owned up to it.
Okay, I thought, this time we sat down and undertook the hair cutting talk again.
And then there was respite and I had all but forgotten about our hair incidents. How I revelled in it!
Then, one afternoon, as I was getting dinner ready and preparing to leave for a function (childless!) once my husband came home from work I returned to the kitchen to find Master 6 standing above Miss 4 on the floor or our dining room, partially obscured behind our vertical blinds, pigtail in one hand and scissors in the other.
What followed was a shriek of horror (mine) and some quick fire questions to which I was able to ascertain that not only had Miss 4 allowed Master 6 to cut her hair, she had asked him to do it. By the time I got to her she was missing a chunk of her fringe and about four inches from one pigtail.
I did my best, in a frenzied state because I was now late for my function which I thankfully arrived at as the official part had just begin, but the result reminded hubby and I of Scout from the movie To Kill a Mockingbird. When recounting the most recent haircut adventure to one of my sisters in law she commented, ‘it just gets worse!’
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Yeah, it really does. But fingers crossed we’ve hit that point where we’ve experimented enough with dreams of hairdressing. Miss 4 continues unperturbed with her haircut and we are left instituting draconian rules regarding scissors because frankly, four haircuts in one year is more than just a little ridiculous…
Originally posted 2014-12-29 22:57:06.