Friday, September 26
Little Girls Like Haircuts (Or Something Like That)
Yeah, yeah... she's lucky she's cute. Or, she's lucky she's so funny and spunky. Whatever it is that makes Poesy so darn charming, I'm glad she has it. As I was getting dressed upstairs the other day, Poe starts yelling for Hope. Like most afternoons, I reminded her that Hope was at gymnastics. The rest of the conversation went something like this:
P: "Well I want to show her my new haircut!"
K: "She'll be home in a little while, you can show her then."
K: "Wait. You mean hairDO, right? Did you fix your hair all pretty? Poesy, please tell me you did NOT cut your hair!"
P: "Well, I made my hair pretty and I want to show Hopey."
K: "Can you come up and show me? I'd really love to see it."
This is the new hairstyle she gave herself. With scissors. That I just properly taught her to use this week. I seriously didn't know whether to laugh or scold her, so I calmly explained (again) that only Mommy or our friend Phillip (he owns a hair salon) can cut her hair. The damage had been done, though, so I started hacking away to try and help it. (And yes: I did paint that shirt on in Photoshop. TALENT.)
Once I brushed it out I realized the bangs were gonna be okay. I could just hide those tiny pieces. The sides were super short, though, and so the really sad part of all of this was cutting off her sweet baby curls. I kept every single one because that's a weird thing moms do.
Anyway... it's just hair, we had another good talk about scissor safety, and that little alfalfa spring on top kinda kills me. Oh, Poesy.