We have occasionally trimmed our little girl's hair since she was born. That has usually been me: trimming the bangs and the back of her hair every so often. She's four and almost 1/2 years old at this point. Just a couple of days ago her mother decided to give it a whirl. She did a good job. Once again we just trimmed her bangs and the length in the back. We were all happy with how it looked, but it gave Shayla an additional idea: to try it herself. So yesterday, I think it was, she decided to make a few adjustments since the scissors were already out and everything. The 'adjustment' that she made was so small it took us a day to notice that something was different. I was the first to notice that the hair on the left cheek and over the left ear was a fair amount shorter than that on the other side. I pointed it out to mommy. Initially, we both thought that it had been a miscalculation on mommy's part as it wasn't severely drastic, but....little did we know that That was about to change. We proceeded to talk about how it wasn't 'even' on both sides and that we should address that within the next couple of days, yada yada yada.
Shayla then disappears and, surprisingly, we think nothing of it. Well, she goes and finds some scissors somewhere and then comes back out on to the porch to show us what an excellent adjustment she has just made. "Ah, okay.... So you want a new-wave hair style then in 2011, huh?", I say to her as I am laughing at our slow uptake of the situation. Her parents are slow on the cognitive end today. What we how have is an extreme and more advanced difference between the length of hair on the left side vs. the right side of her head. A definite ' must do something about that today' kind of situation. It looked like a new wave mullet-meets-bowl-contrasting-art-hair-piece. It was awesome. I thought about taking a picture, but I didn't want her to feel bad or overly self conscious, so I didn't. I was just trying not to laugh. Ok. Well, off to the barber we go... This is a requisite experience for all of us as we grow up, isn't it? I think so. I'm trying to remember mine and I can't remember if I did this or not. I'll guess I'll have to ask my mom. Oh well, toodle-ee-doo, off to the barber we go. We'll see y'all 'round the bend....
Shayla then disappears and, surprisingly, we think nothing of it. Well, she goes and finds some scissors somewhere and then comes back out on to the porch to show us what an excellent adjustment she has just made. "Ah, okay.... So you want a new-wave hair style then in 2011, huh?", I say to her as I am laughing at our slow uptake of the situation. Her parents are slow on the cognitive end today. What we how have is an extreme and more advanced difference between the length of hair on the left side vs. the right side of her head. A definite ' must do something about that today' kind of situation. It looked like a new wave mullet-meets-bowl-contrasting-art-hair-piece. It was awesome. I thought about taking a picture, but I didn't want her to feel bad or overly self conscious, so I didn't. I was just trying not to laugh. Ok. Well, off to the barber we go... This is a requisite experience for all of us as we grow up, isn't it? I think so. I'm trying to remember mine and I can't remember if I did this or not. I'll guess I'll have to ask my mom. Oh well, toodle-ee-doo, off to the barber we go. We'll see y'all 'round the bend....