Hair Cut...

During James last hair apt,

the hair dresser and I were talking about kids

cutting their own hair.

I told her how lucky I was because my kids

had never shown any interest in cutting their own hair.

oops...

I spoke about 2 days too soon...

~

One evening 

{as I was eating a rice krispy treat}

We heard Elsie yelling,

"Come quick, he is cutting his hair!"

We quickly ran into the 

living room and found a 

little pile of hair.

And a sobbing little man.

We didn't even have to say anything to him.

He felt so bad for messing up 

his new haircut! 

 He threw the scissors down

and ran off into the corner to

sob his little heart out.

He loves his hair and is very

particular about it...

so knowing he cut some of it off

was too heartbreaking to him!

Thankfully his hair is very thick

and it wasn't too noticeable!

 I had to add this picture...

I heard the words

'come quickly' and 'scissors'

and rushed in to make sure my kids still had

arms and legs attached...

and the rice krispi bar,

well I sat on it.

and it got stuck to my pj pants.

Later I couldn't remember if I tossed it down on the

counter in the rush or ate it.

Jon laughed, took a picture

then pulled it off my pants.

I am crazy.

Memories, I guess.

"hey, mom, remember the time

I cut my hair and you sat on

your rice krispi bar?"

~

Oh well.

And for the record,

for the next couple days James kept pointing

at the scissors, shaking his head saying,

"no,no,no,no, hair"

This was a couple weeks ago...

yesterday I took the scissors away

because he was attempting to

trim up the length of my

living room carpet!

So, I kinda doubt this will be

the last post of

James playing hairdresser.

That boy...