I happened to mention to the girls the other night that they needed a hair cut. They must have assumed I meant that I’d be ever so grateful if they took that job off my list so the next day they found the one pair of scissors I have not locked away and had a go.
Now this is not the first time they have cut their hair. It happened not long after Muski was born, but I can’t believe we made it that long without them cutting something other than paper with their scissors! They were so distressed when I caught them that I was pretty sure they wouldn’t do it again, but to be on the safe side I locked away all the scissors… not just put away, up high, out of sight, but locked them away in the cabinet with the childproof lock that requires a magnet key to open. All of them except one pair…
So after waiting months for the short spiky bits on the crown of Izzy’s head to grow back, Zoe now has a matching set, though not quite so short thankfully. They both managed to lop great chunks out of the ends of their hair so I had a go at tidying that up, though I am not sure if I have made it worse or better! I am certainly no hairdresser I can tell you… but I think it now looks like a bad hair cut rather than ‘attack of the rabid scissors’.
Before they start kinder I will take them for a proper hair cut so they don’t attend looking like total guttersnipes, but until then it will have to be ‘hair up’ when we don’t want to look too raggy!