She takes after me. In this case? Not such a good thing.
When I was a little girl, I was notorious for cutting my own hair. One time, after my mom started hiding all the scissors around the house, I went so far as to cut my hair using her shaving razor while taking a bath. True story.
Turns out, the desire to walk around looking like your parents want you to be the nerdy kid who gets teased at school, is genetic. Over the weekend my niece, Ro, decided cutting her hair was a brilliant idea.
I wasn’t there but the story, as I understand it, goes like this:
Ro was playing kitty, crawling around on the floor and lapping up milk from a bowl. Her beautiful locks were getting in her face so my mother, whose house she was at, told her to grab an elastic from the bathroom and she would pull her hair back. Ro walked into the bathroom and saw a pair of scissors on the counter (my younger sister is a beautician and was cutting my older sisters hair just moments earlier). So Ro thought, why pull my hair back, when I can just cut it out of my way?
Ro walked out of the bathroom, after only being gone for mere seconds, sporting a side mullet. It scared my mother so bad that she started screaming, which in turn scared Ro.
If she looks unhappy in this picture, it’s because her mother (my older sister), nearly killed her.
What else is there to do in a situation like that, but to cut the rest off?
The next day, Ro wore her BEST princess dress to church so that no one would think she was a boy.
Oh the logic of a six year old. If only all of life’s problems could be solved with princess dresses.