Last Friday I felt like I was having one of those deja vu moments. I looked over at Jocelyn and said, "Did you cut your hair?" Even at 4 1/2 she tried to pull off the whole "What? I don't know what you're talking about" act. (Makes me nervous for her teenage years) I went over to inspect her hair and sure enough it was cut. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!! Seriuosly, I get that this isn't a new experience for mom's. LOTS of little girls cut their hair. The aggravating - pull - your-hair-out part of the story is that this is the THIRD time in a year. The first time happened right after Easter last year. I cried and cried as my friend Jenni cut Jocy's long hair to a cute bob at her shoulders. Later that year, she let Nate cut her hair. (Alright it wasn't totally her fault but still come on... she should have been traumatized enough from the first time she would have never let Nate near her.) Luckily, once again Jenni was able to fix it by just giving her some layers. So here we are- once again- a mere 14 months later dragging Jocelyn to Jenni's in hopes of salvaging something. This time we ended up with some wispy bangs. I hate bangs. Not because I don't think they are cute but because they require work. Like I need any more work when it comes to doing my kids hair. I'm hair- challenged enough as it is.
I'm starting to get a complex as a parent though. I mean really how many times is she going to cut her hair before my pleas that only Jenni or Aunt Kristy can cut her hair will sink in? As I lamented to Reed that whatever I was doing was not working, he mentioned that maybe Jocy had found her calling in life in cutting hair. I immediately responded, "I hope not because she's really not very good at it." Reed assured me she was only four and maybe years from now she will be. Honestly, I'm not convinced. But if the last year is any indication of what the future will be like- she'll get lots of practice.
