Travelingjenny

Every day when I put Tess down for her nap, I leave Gracie alone downstairs. She usually reads a book or finds a good hiding place (she’ll do anything to avoid her own nap). This has been working well for several weeks now, and Gracie has wowed me with her ability to be quiet and good for five whole minutes. Until today. When I came downstairs, Gracie was innocently cutting up the tiny fleece blanket that resides in her doll house. OK, I thought, no harm done. And then I saw the hair. Gracie’s hair. In fragments on the couch.

"Grace, who’s hair is that?"

"It’s Maggie’s." (She is such a bad liar.)

I proceeded to launch into a detailed explanation as to why it is unacceptable to cut one’s own hair. I pay Meg good money to cut your hair, I explained, because she has been fully trained in the art of hairstyling. And she has real haircutting scissors and a cape and a big mirror. And if you cut your own hair, you could hurt yourself, or even worse, your hair could end up looking really funny. Grace responded by rolling around on the floor, cackling about how hilarious she is (she gets this from her father). I confiscated the scissors and she ran into the bathroom to look in the mirror. "I look good!" she exclaimed. Thank goodness her Halloween costume has a hood.