04Nov
I am sure I’m not the only mama this has happened to….
A quiet evening at home, the night before school picture day…
Frankie: Mama, Look! (big smile)
Mama: AAAAHHHH. WHAT IS THAT IN YOUR HANDS!
Frankie: I cut my hair Mama! (still with the smile)
Mama: (puts her face in her hands and thinks about crying)
Frankie: What’s wrong, Mama?
Mama: Go to your room.
Frankie: (smile now gone and starting to cry) No, I don’t want to go to my room? Stay!
Mama: Frankie, we don’t cut our hair, we let the hair cutting lady do it.
Frankie: But Mama, I want to have short hair!
She actually didn’t do that bad of a job. She didn’t hack it all over, only the ends and the sides are almost even. Perhaps she’s found her calling?