Oh, yes. That is a little pile of Savannah's hair. The conversation went something like this:
(I walk in and see her poised with the hair scissors wide open ready to take another snip.)
me: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DON'T CUT YOUR HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Exclaimation points to emphasize the zeal and volume with which I was using.)
Sav: (instant sobbing) BUT YOU SAID IT WILL GROW BACK, YOU SAID IT WILL GROW BACK, YOU SAID, YOU SAID!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trevor enters: (laughter)
to me he says: It will grow back.
to Sav in spanish: It will grown back. Don't worry. Don't do it again. Nunca, nunca, nunca.
Me: Yes, well. Maybe I did over-react, especially now that I see that the first snip was not a scalping, just a little layering on the side. Well, let's not do any more hair cutting. Honey, even I don't try to cut my own hair.
Sav: You don't?
3 comments:
Haha! That was pretty hilarious. We had so much fun with you this weekend!
I love that your bathroom looks like something out of an I spy book. "Can you spot something blond?"
Sadie has had the "no cutting with scizzors with out mom's permission" chat several times this year. I caught her cutting a pair of leggings last night. I dread the day the shears make it to her hair.
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