The Hair Affair

Well... before I continue I have to apologize to Nana Zana.  She has been patiently waiting for this post for so very long now.  Sorry Mom....I just haven't been able to carve out a single spare minute for a post. 

The Empress has had several (three to be exact!) prior hair mishaps.  She has been banned from the use of scissors for the very reason that she seems drawn to cutting her hair.  First time was in Dillon while visiting Nana and Papa, the second time involved a call from her school and another little girl's missing hair, and the third involved some gum and sneaking scissors outside to dispose of the problem...see, she is also not allowed to have gum.  When the most recent hair affair happened we had just finally successfully grown out her bangs and her hair was nearly to her bum.  Long, dark and lovely!

So, Friday morning a couple weeks back I prepared breakfast for the Empress and then, like usual, went back to her bedroom to pick out her school clothes for the day.  I immediately noticed candy wrappers in her bed.  Very unusual as I was unaware of any candy in our house, and she is not allowed to eat candy on any sort of regular basis.  So, I snatched up the wrappers and headed back towards the kitchen.  Before I could even open my mouth to reprimand her for the candy in bed, she popped out from behind the corner with a pair of scissors in one hand and in the other a fistful of hair.  What??  I was literally away from the kitchen for 30 seconds.  Apparently, according to her rushed attempt at an explanation, she had crawled up into the cupboard and found a bag of candy we had collected last year at the Labor Day Parade.  Hmmmm.  Didn't even know that was there.  She fell asleep with a sucker in her mouth and it had fallen out of her mouth and tangled itself in the underneath part of the back of her hair.  Ugh.  I was mortified and I quickly explained to her that I could of gotten the sucker out with a little warm water.  After my mother's tirade regarding lying, candy, rotten teeth, and missing hair poor little thing was reduced to tears.  I felt awful, she felt awful, and her hair...welll, her hair....looked awful.  In my limited and very sporatic wisdom I deduced that an apt punishment would be a haircut.  A short, short haircut.  So, after school I picked her up, we went to the salon and she got all of her hair cut off to her chin and had bangs cut in.  She loves it.  I love it.  So much for punishment!  And, it was free as we were able to donate a very long, dark, beautiful braid to locks of love.

So, the moritorium on scissors in our house stands.  Candy has been banned.  Hoping that we don't have another mishap as there is not much hair remaining!