On Saturday, I was in the kitchen cooking for my husband's birthday party, and he was in the living room vacuuming. We had just sent the kids upstairs to play in their room, so we could clean. They were playing quietly...and we thought nothing was wrong...UNTIL...
Arianna came prancing down the stairs like a little princess and says "Daddy, do you like my short hair?" Me, hearing this said WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT...and came running!
Arianna had clumps of hair all over her shoulders so we knew she cut it...we both took off running upstairs (as did she in fear...). She ran into my closet and there, in front of the mirror, was a big pile of hair! After getting really mad telling her that she is lucky she didn't cut her ear off etc...Mommy took her to the hair salon and we had to cut it all off.
The only thing saving her was that she is cute...and that hair will grow...but Daddy and I do not like her haircut!
