Viv gets up at 5:30 this morning. This is early even for her. I plop her in front of Dora and go to make a gallon of coffee.
Mom, can I have scissors and paper for cutting?
Oh, thank God, my kid has picked today to finally start entertaining herself, and with crafts! Mama could not be prouder.
Mooooooom.
One sec, honey. Making coffee.
Moooooooom.
Be right there, babe.
Mooooooooom.
What is it, honey?
I cut my hair.
You WHAT????
I cut my hair.
Before I see her, I spot the pile of hair on the floor.
Cue soundtrack from Psycho in my head:
Reeeeeee! Reeeeee! Reeeeee!
Aww fuuuuuuuumbleduck.
I raise my eyes slowly from the hair.
Viv is going to be our Flower Girl this summer.
Please, God, not a pixie cut.
And somehow, she’s managed to cut perfectly side-swept bangs.
Perhaps she has a career in styling. Perhaps my heart will slow down to a normal rate sometime this week. Perhaps scissors, even the child-safe kind, are to be viewed as no less dangerous than a flaming machete.
Amateur.
OMG, I love that she did such a great job. We had a similar incident, with less stylish – much less stylish – results.
Hi Anna! From what I hear, this is a rite of passage and every kid does it. But somehow leaving her alone with scissors at age 3 seems much worse than say 2nd grade when at least they know not to try poking their eyeballs #FAIL.
Too funny. If my daughter hadn’t cut her own bangs we would have never know she looks just like Vanellope Von Schweetz!!
Nice–instant Halloween costume!
My daughter cut hers while she was with her Grandma and I think Grandma was more upset about it than me! You couldn’t even tell that she’d done it, she gave herself a perfect layered look around her face. Crazy kids.
I know, hard to get mad at them when they’re so clearly just solving a hair-in-eyes problem. I was so grateful it looked cute!