More Hairsteria

Today we went to see a friend who just had a baby, and so I went to get the car from the courtyard and pull it up front. As I opened the front door, I heard something slam in the kitchen, and Owen comes out looking guilty.

“Mama” he says. “I cut my hair, but just a little bit.”

A *whole* chunk, missing from the back of his head- picture a friar, without the robes. Sheesh.

Narrow Escape

Jonah comes downstairs.

“Mama, look at our hair!”

It’s all nice and brushed and I had heard them playing around in the bathroom so I say “Did you get your hair wet and brush it?”

Owen replies, “No, we’re trying to cut it ourselves!”

Jonah adds, “But none of the scissors are working.”

Alas.