My daughter-in-law-to-be is a hair stylist. Bless her heart she comes over periodically to take care of my mess, and a few others. Last Monday was Hair Day at our house. As Max was having her hair cut, we noticed that it looked like a chunk of hair was missing and it brought up conversations about other hair disasters with children. Of course, the photo albums came out too!
"The Blonde" and "Mini Me" were probably five and six when the biggest disaster that I could remember took place. My mother in law was trying to help me by watching the kids for a few hours so that I could get into "Doc's" office to get some work done. It was one of the rare times that I went somewhere without children. Believe me, it was not easy to find a sitter for six children! Anyway, I put in a full day, got a lot done because I was able to focus on work and not performing referee duties at the same time. I was feeling pretty good driving home. My mother in was preparing dinner for us! You know, she had raised five children herself. What could go wrong with this day.
I walked in the door, refreshed and excited to see the kids and hear about their day. "Mommy" and "Calvin" hurried to the door with big hugs! "The Blonde" and "Mini Me" came around the corner much slower. It only took a second to realize why they were being so timid. I looked at "The Blonde" and smiled, then did a double take. Her hair was missing! Not all of it. However the bangs that used to cover her forehead were totally absent. By totally, I mean - well totally! What was left was stubble about 1/16 of inch long and I am being generous with that estimate! "Mini-Me's" hair was a little harder to see, until she turned around and I saw several large chunks missing from the back!
OMG!!! ( like my technology lingo?) What happened? My mother-in-law informed me that she was sorry, they had asked for scissors to cut Barbie's hair and somehow ending up looking like this. Really?! You gave scissors to five and six year olds to use unsupervised? You had children! I was dumbfounded! She then told me that she wasn't going to tell me about it until after dinner so as not to upset me. Really?! What was she planning on doing, putting paper bags on their heads?!
I marched them to the salon the next day. "Mini Me" got a new shorter "do". There was nothing they could do for "The Blonde" except even it all down to the scalp at the bangs. Believe me when I tell you it was years before her hair looked right again! Note to all parents: Never give children scissors unsupervised and hide them when you leave them with a sitter, just in case.
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!