It was a day like any other. The girls being their usual crazy selves. I was getting ready for a girls night out and taking my girls to a babysitter (insert choir music). Sophie fell asleep on the couch, and Regan was just occupying herself with her vivid imagination and telling me all about this party she is going to. "Yeah, ok, that sounds good honey." I'd heard this party gab before. I continue to get ready and don't really recognize that it is kind of quiet....you know....too quiet. (insert creepy, butt-clenching, white-knuckled suspense music here) As I'm putting my make-up on, you know where your face is about two inches from the mirror and you have this weird open mouth thing going on (what's up with that anyway), Regan starts her rambling, about going to her party, and she's going to be late, her imaginary friend, Bill the Rainbow Guy, is going to be there, yadda, yadda, yadda, you have to have short hair to go the party........ What was that last part? I may not have caught all of what she was saying, but I did catch that much. My mouth snapped shut, my head whipped around, and all sorts of images and thoughts go whizzing through my mind. It only took about 3 seconds to figure out that she really had done what thousands of other kids have done before her. She had cut her hair. The shortest piece being above her ear. "WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO?!?!?!", I said in a slightly raised tone;) "Mama, you have to have short hair to go to my party, and itsonlyapartyformamasandbiggirlsnamedreganandnotlittlegirlsnamedsophiesso I need to cut your hair too. She was talking fast, probably knowing that I would interupt her if she let so much as a millisecond of time lapse between words. She said all this calmly and matter-of-factly. How was I to argue with her logic and imagination. What's done is done. I heaved a great big sigh and called my hair-cutting neighbor upstairs to see if she could do an emergency repair job. She wasn't home and I realized that I only had 45 minutes til I needed to leave so I made a mad dash to change my nice clothes for grubby ones, grabbed the scissors and tried to come up with a solution to this chop job before me. Not being a stylist, it was a difficult task. Regan kept wiggling and complaining because she was itching from the hair. She kept wondering why I was cutting her hair. Can I just have a hosanna shout that Sophie was taking a rare nap!! Otherwise her beautiful curls would be gone too.
Tomorrow is her first day of preschool. I'm excited for her to go. She loves to learn. I just wonder how she'll do the first day. Going to primary today she was, I think, pretty embarrassed about her hair and wouldn't go in for about a half hour. Thus the lack of decent pics to show her hair. What's done is done. Her hair grows pretty fast. BTW, that tomato she's holding is from my garden. It was big, around the size of a softball.