A Summer Misadventure Or, Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

It had to happen, right?

As Daddy pointed out, she has the genes for it.

When Daddy was a little boy, he made off with one of his sisters' razors and shaved off his eyebrow.

When Mama was a little girl, she trimmed her own bangs. She distinctly remembers standing in front of the bedroom mirror after church, dressed in her Sunday slip, concentrating very hard to make her bangs straight. (This memory does not account for the fact that pictures of the self-supplied haircut feature bangs cut up to the hairline -- in a triangle, no less.)

On Monday Kathleen joined the ranks of the countless little boys and girls who have -- to their parents' horror -- cut their own hair.

Daddy went to get Kathleen from her nap and recovered this:

He showed it to Mama before bringing Kathleen downstairs. Apparently the tiny nail scissors had been left somewhere Kathleen could reach. Mama cried, even before she saw her little girl with what Daddy termed a half-mullet.

When she saw it, she cried a little more.

Eventually, she pulled herself together and everyone hit SuperCuts, where a kind stylist tried to repair the damage.

Mama did not cry at SuperCuts. It was close, but she survived.

It's just hair. It'll grow back. And the new, slightly scraggly haircut is cute in its own way.

Maybe that'll be our last summer misadventure. Probably not. But we can hope!