Can anyone explain the fascination of little girls cutting their hair whenever they come into contact with a pair of scissors? Austin and Nyah were spending the afternoon up to their elbows in art project stuff-- paper, tape, stamps, markers, crayons, and of course, scissors. They were busy for a couple hours drawing and making things. When I was helping them clean up I found blonde hair clippings amongst the paper scraps.
"Nyah, did you cut your hair again?"
"Yes . . . I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
Right. If only I hadn't heard that at least twenty times before. It seems it was just a little snip, probably the end of a single lock of hair. *Sigh* well, at least it was only her hair (Austin has had a few trims thanks to her) and it wasn't an entire pony tail this time. One more thing to look forward to the other two girls growing up to do :).
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