The self cut

I couldn’t get a good picture of it  She was moving around and she is on to me.  But here you can see one of the chunks.

The other side is only one long chunk away from being a mullet.  I took her to a hairdresser Saturday to fix it or at least get a trim so it would even out sooner and Viv was undone.  As Rex crawled around eating a baked good on the floor, Vivien writhed and would not sit.  The nice lady tried to soothe her while resorted to “I’ll buy you a toy if you get your haircut.”

“I’ll get you a brownie.”

Then I tried stern voice and threats. ALL failed.  I was pretty pooped since she had had a sleepover and the girls had woken me up early, so I was pretty crabby.

We got in the car and I just kept driving.  I figured we all needed to cool off.  The kids both fell asleep.  When they woke up I said I was sorry we had had a conflict.

“That’s okay mommy.”

“I love you Vivien.”

“I love you mommy.”

“Tomorrow, can we go get your hair cut?”

“No. I will never cut my hair, ever.”

Well, then you aren’t getting a brownie.