Sophie is five years old. Since a very young age, she has definitely proven to be my more “difficult” child. I encourage you to go read these three posts I’ve previously written to give you an idea of what we are dealing with. Anyone know of a good Exorcist, For Our Entertainment and Bad Karma and Why I need to Put a Lock on the Fridge. We can’t turn around for even a second with this girl!
These were all taken prior to what we will now refer to as “the incident”. Doesn’t she look sweet and innocent? Ha!
This morning we had a playdate planned at Joey’s World in Bowmanville. Sophie was being particularly moody. I had been telling her for 2 hours to tidy her room and threatened several times that if she didn’t tidy up her room, she would not be allowed to come to the playdate. She decided to test that theory. Deciding I really need to follow through with my threat, I tell my son to get his stuff on – we are leaving, and Sophie is not coming with us.
As I closed the door, I could hear her having quite the tantrum upstairs and my husband having a chat with her. I figured she would calm down in a few minutes and this would be a lesson that mommy means business.
The rest of the story, I am hearing second hand. My husband explains that he went down tot he basement to let the dogs out in the back yard. He stood at the door as they did their business, then returned back upstairs where he thought Sophie was in her room cleaning.
Except the bedroom door was shut.
The bedroom door shut never means something good is going on.
He opened the door to find our daughter sitting in the middle of her bedroom with a pair of scissors in her hands. “Where did you get those?” he asks? She explains she got them from her brother’s room. He takes the scissors and scolds her for going in his room without permission – as he’s talking to her though, he notices something doesn’t look right. He looks closely at the floor and see’s chunks of hair. “Sophie, did you cut your hair?” he asks sternly. She nods and then says “I want my hair to look like Nana’s”.
I am sitting relaxing at the play center while my son runs around burning off energy – and I check my phone. A text from my husband that simply reads “Your daughter stole the scissors and cut her hair. She’s going to need a hair cut, it looks horrible”.
I arrived home to assess the damage. It was worse than I thought. She had cut at every angle, including a huge chunk from front and center. O.M.G.!!!!! I could only laugh because the other option was to cry and I wasn’t doing that in front of her. I knew that this was not going to be an easy fix.
Ok, ready to see the damage?
Off to the hair dresser we go. I knew this wasn’t going to be an easy fix. The pictures don’t even give you 1/2 of what she did. So many pieces were cut incredibly close to her scalp.
The stylist looks at her with horror. A young girl, she kept moving her hands around Sophie’s head trying to see if she could salvage any of it. She then asked for the opinion of a co-worker. She seemed to have a lot more experience with fixing something like this so we decided she would be the one to do the cut.
Funny coincidence, the young girl then takes the next customer – a 4 year old girl… who had gotten a hold of the scissors and cut her own bangs!! Her mother and I looked at each other and just started laughing. It was too funny. Lucky for her, her daughter’s hair was easy enough to fix. Mine, on the other hand, not so much.
The toughest part about the cut was hiding the chunk of hair in the front center of her forehead. Finally, we decided the only solution was to give her bangs starting from the crown of her head going forward and have them cover the spot she cut.
The stylist kept looking at me and laughing. “Breathe, breathe” she repeated.
I don’t know why I got so worked up about it. I mean, it’s just hair right?
Lucky for her, she seems to be pulling off this short look really well. Maybe she’ll start a trend? haha!
I guess this is just another experience I can add to the list.
xo – J