"Mom, who will fix my hair to make it lay down?"
This was the lock of hair I found on the ground before bedtime. I had already thrown away a piece double this size!
Why? Why? Oh why must every little girl insist on being their very own hairstylist? Maggy decided today that she wanted to look like a princess. . .found a pair of scissors. . . cut three big chunks of hair down to the scalp! She now looks like she has a Mohawk and there is not a thing that can be done to make it look better. The maddening thing about it was her two big sisters sat and watched her and then came and told me :"Maggy's cutting her hair!" -- Baylee
"What! Where are the scissors?" -- Mom
"Maggy has them!" -- Baylee
"Run, get them fast!" -- Mom as she shaking her head in disbelief, but to tired to get up and check out the damage. As I'm laying on the couch thinking well at least she didn't have ponytails today!
I combed Maggy's hair and showed her the damage in the mirror. Maggy is now walking around the house with a pillow on top of her head asking who is going to fix her hair so it will lay down again. Sorry, but honey that hair's going to stick up for the rest of the summer! Get used to it or wear a hat! (Of course the pictures don't do the haircut justice.)
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