-leaving hair scissors within reach of a two year old. -ignoring the naughty little pitter-patter of footsteps I heard during nap time today.As, now all there is to say is:
-and for all the times I complained about Fin's "whispy... straggly... unruly hair".
When she came down the stairs smiling, scissors in hand, I felt like I had been gut checked.
I have to say I was surprised at my own reaction I always thought I'd think it was more funny than anything, take a roll of film and call it good. But no, my reaction was more of a involuntarily gasp, in which she doubled over in hysterics at!
I think she thought I was playing with her, so of course, I needed to straighten her out. After all, Hair, is no laughing matter.
After giving that naughty 2 year old a hefty lecture about who is and is NOT allowed to use the scissors, she turned to me, with her little lip quivering and said,