The Haircut

A few weeks ago, Brent and I were enjoying a few rare minutes of quiet. We were using those minutes to watch T.V. in our room. Now, while quiet is a welcome thing in our home, it is more frequently a warning sign of terrible things to come.

At some point Brent saw Ellie run into our room and then out again very quickly. It took a moment to register, but he knew something was amiss. He went into the hallway and came back, eyes wide with fear. I caught his gaze and thought the one thing all mother's think at least once during the day, "What now?!".

I stepped cautiously into the hallway, composing myself, and I see Ellie, her beautiful hair hanging in tatters, what's left of it that is. Then I see Avery at the end of the hall, scissors in hand. As soon as her frightened eyes meet my blazing pair she drops the scissors and runs out the back door. I quickly grab up the scissors and I am holding them like a weapon. I point them at Brent then out the back door and I say, "Destroy her before I do". He runs to his duty (actually he was trying to spare her my wrath).

I calm myself, I know this could be funny if it weren't so awful right now. So I document it, I take pictures, and then Ellie and I make a hurried trip to the mall to get it fixed. At the mall, the hairstylists all giggle and share stories of their own sibling stylists experimenting with them. I continue to tell myself that this will be funny, but it's not yet.

Once home, Avery walks warily around me and Ellie flaunts her short locks. The next day we are at the shoe store. Ellie has on Logan's Batman pajama top and blue jeans. Despite the fact that I am buying pink ballet slippers the salesclerk tears off a dozen Spiderman stickers, thrusts them at Ellie and says, "Here you go big guy". Ugh, the final blow.

Weeks later I have become accustomed to Ellie's hairstyle, everyone at church thought it was adorable. It's a good thing she's so cute, not everyone could pull off that style and maintain such a high level of cuteness.