Megan sauntered up the stairs the other day and informed me that she had been playing with the
scissors. (For those who don't know Megan well I should explain that she has from the
beginning been very dexterous with her hands. She has been able to use
scissors since she was eighteen months old and she can
literally spend hours cutting one piece of paper into a million little pieces that I vacuum up later. So for my sanity and her enjoyment I have let her play with them often enough that she knows where they are and can get them out on her own. Somewhat of a mistake on my part to trust that a two
year old will always be okay with the
scissors.) Anyway back to the present she says, "Mommy I cut my hair." To which is
replied in a very sad voice, "Oh no Megan." She then burst into tears as you can see in the picture below.
Here are the remnants of her first attempt at being a beautician.
Granted there have been much worse haircuts done by little girls, but she was pretty traumatized once she realized that what she did was permanent. A little trim later, she is still beautiful with a really really layered look in front and the scissors are on time out for a bit.
