So as no surprise to me,
she ended up with gum in her hair. Not on the side of her head where you would typically find a wad of gum in a wee tot's hair.
OH NO! Not Sophie.
If you turn her completely around and look smack in the middle of the back of her head???
Yes, that's where she managed to get the gum stuck in her hair.
Every kid is going to get gum stuck in his/her hair at least once in life.
I don't think they can graduate to adulthood until completion of "get gum stuck in hair" requirement is met.
She's growing her bangs out anyway. I've never cut the back of her hair, I suppose today's the day she'll receive her first real haircut. And not just the bang cut, which we've done several times, but a real cut-a-few-inches-off-the-back cut. And then we take the cut hair and put it in a little envelope and store it away for years and years?
How exciting I get to play beautician this morning! I've secretly always wanted to cut hair for a living. I would dress all hip and cool, have some funky, chunky colored do, lots of big jewelry, smack my gum.... on second thought, those poor women, on their feet all day, I bet their back muscles ache like the dickens after a long days work. I'm too wimpy for that. So it just will suffice for me to cut the sweet wittle baby hairs upon my children's heads. So woohoo-I get to put on my beautician hat this particular morning!
I lay her back with her head in the sink. I wash. I ask her questions like, "So what do you do for a living?" and "Do you have any brothers and sisters?" That one she can actually answer. I rinse. "Do you have any pets?" That was age appropriate too. And then "So do you love Dora? What's your favorite cookie?" Gotta keep the clients talking, you know?
We dry and she sits up all nice and pretty for me on the bathroom counter while I proceed to give her a cute little bob. With the help of a little hair product, her growing out bangs are swept neatly to the side.
Adorable she looks!
Don't you think?
This was a little while later
at breakfast.
Note the sweet little grin,
and bits of food on her cute little chin.
I digress...yet again.
But note the hair, the cute bob cut.
That's what we're talking about here.
And this one.
After the cut is completed, I ask her to meet me at the front counter, "That will be $85 please."
Oh wait, that is my fantasy world.
After the cut is completed, she skips off happily, out of my bedroom, hair aswingin in the breeze. Yes- there's breeze in my bedroom, what?
A few hours pass. I'm hanging out on the computer, like I do and Sophie comes in.
She's got some short sticky uppy hairs on top of her head. On further inspection, there is a tiny chunk taken out of the right side too. What happened to my cute bobbed girl?
"Sophie did you cut your hair?" I asked.
"No" she says quickly.
"Are you sure? There are little hairs sticking up on the top of your head. I didn't cut those. Did you cut those?" I ask again.
"No" she says just as quick as the first time.
"How'd they get so short?"
The scissors just cutted them."
"How did the scissors just cut them?"
Then she says, get this---"they just boinged up, and cutted my hair and then boinged back on the counter!"
Oh! So they are magic scissors I say.
She looks at me like I'm crazy, "No they are your scissors!"
"Mommy?....just....(with a roll of the eyes)....I love you! You're the best Mommy ever!"
I'm done for!
