Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A Hair "Razoring" Tale...

Just before bed last night I found a bottle of lotion on the floor so I decided to take it upstairs and return it to the bathroom. When I walked in the bathroom I saw...


Hair.

I immediately thought DANG IT! Julianna cut her hair again! Quick background...beginning in June of 08 when Elise cut Julianna's bangs for the first time just a week before family pictures, Julianna has consistently cut her own hair in some way, shape, or form every few months. Last month it had finally gotten to a point where it started to look normal enough for me to cut it all one length into a cute little bob. Not less then a WEEK after I cut that cute little bob and she finally had it normal and all one length, she got gum stuck in her hair and Elise helped her get it out by cutting it...again. Aargh!!! (that was one huge, long run on sentence and I am so not going back to fix it)

So back to the story. I walk in the bathroom and I see hair and I think DANG IT! Julianna cut her hair again! So I call her into the bathroom and of course Ashlynne and Brinton follow along to see what all the fuss is about. I'm trying to remain calm and I ask her why she cut her again. She denies it up and down. She claims it must have been Elise (but I can tell by the consistency of the hair it wasn't) So I turn to ask Ashlynne if she possibly cut her own hair, to which she replies NO. SOOOOO I'm starting to get annoyed and I'm back to telling Julianna how important it is to be honest and out of nowhere Brinton says, I did it.

WHA...Wha...WHAT?!?!?

He proceeds, "And I didn't cut it mom, I did it with this!"


"A Razor? Brinton why in the world did you do that?"

"I was bored."

The whole thing was so comical all of a sudden I couldn't even really be mad. Confused. Not mad. At least he didn't do too bad of a job.

2 comments:

MOMster said...

Bahaha. I think every child I grew up with and every child I know now went or goes through that hair-cutting phase. I know I did. My pink and white scissors were confiscated for a month. I still have those scissors, by the way, and their 20 years old.

Lucky to be the mom said...

That's one for the memory books for sure! BTW, I LOVE run on sentences! Some of us just don't need to draw breath, or add a comma to make a point :)