Leave a child to himself, and he will scalp his little sister.

                                              -Ancient Native American Proverb

I don’t know what I was doing at the time. Maybe I was rebooting the laundry, or throwing dinner in the crockpot. Perhaps I was listening to Victoria read, or I could have been checking Jonathan’s math. I could have been talking on the phone to the lady at the orthodontist’s office, who was explaining how many thousands of dollars we will need to fork over to save David and Grace from a lifetime of Bubba teeth. Or I could have been talking to the plumber, the tile guys, or the contractor, who were ripping out the leaky shower upstairs. There was a pool guy telling me something about water ph and filter replacement schedules, too. I don’t know. But I was not keeping a close eye on my two little ones. I was so preoccupied with all the other spinning plates that I did not even notice these two were dangerously quiet. 

Eventually they came out of hiding. It is hard to hide a really bad haircut. Especially when you are only about two feet tall and the first thing people notice is the top of your head. I do cut the boys’ hair myself, and sometimes you can tell, but I am not taking credit for Ethan’s bangs. He did that all by himself, with safety scissors. But apparently, cutting his own hair wasn’t half as tempting as giving Hope a new do. I could cry. I almost did, which made Ethan cry. He promised he would never, never, never cut anyone’s hair ever again. I hope he really means that. 

I honestly have difficulty imagining how Ethan got her to hold still long enough to do this. He gave her a combo cut. It is a crew cut on the side, scalped on top, layered in the back. He cut off half her baby curls! The ones I was going to put in her baby book!! I am somewhat tempted to cut the rest and put them in a safe place, before Ethan can go back on his promise, but then she would look absolutely dreadful. I just can’t. 

It is a good thing Hope isn’t vain.

© Being Fruitful, 2012