Adventures in Hair Cutting

It’s inevitable, isn’t it? At one point or another, it seems every kid takes a run at cutting their own hair, or is a client to another kid with a pair of scissors.

When I came back from my girls weekend last Sunday, something about Lucy looked different. It took me a minute, but then I realized there was a chunk of hair near the front that was distinctly shorter than the rest. After patiently growing her hair out to all one length, she now had a semblance of bangs.

I asked if Daddy took her to get her hair cut, and she said no. I asked her if she cut her own hair. Another no, along with “somebody else did it.” When I asked by whom and where, she indicated it happened at school, by a girl who is not there in the summertime. Eventually she admitted that she did it, but refused to tell me anything else.

I let it go but this past weekend while she was playing at Grandpa’s, I caught her unaware and prodded further.

“Lucy, did you cut your hair?”

“Yes.”

“Where were you when you did it?”

“At home, in front of the TV.”

“Where was Daddy?”

“Downstairs.”

“Where did you put the hair that you cut off?”

And she says, without hesitation, like it’s totally obvious, “behind the TV.”

Sure enough, when I stopped at home later, there was in fact a shock of golden locks behind the boob tube!

It actually doesn’t look that bad, but for the fact it was only on one side of her part. But she took care of that, too…

The other night she was playing with her Zsu Zsu pet, which for those of you unfamiliar with the world of toys, is a small furry hamster-thingy that rolls around of four wheels and spins around, etc. (drives the dog nuts). We were downstairs and she was standing right in front of my chair, but I was distracted with something else when I heard, “Mommy!” I turn my head, and she has the Zsu-Zsu pet tangled up in her hair.

I cannot make this stuff up.

Yes, I took a picture! Of course this occurred a minute before we were going to Skype with my parents, so I sent them this pic in a text that said, “Need a couple more mins. This just happened.”

No matter how hard we tried, we could not untangle one of the wheels, so we ended up having to dismantle and then just break the thing so we could remove it without cutting her hair. However, when we were done there was still a pretty big chunk that had succumbed to the wheel. Just so happens, it was on the other side of her part. So now she’s got bangs on that side, too.

So we add this to the list of Lucy’s Life Lessons, garnered by direct experience:

1)      Do not put coins in your mouth.

2)      Do not put a Zsu-Zsu pet (or anything with spinning wheels) close to your hair.