Miss Lumpy decided that growing out her bangs was for the birds.
Mom and I had driven to KS on an errand, and apparantly while we weren't here to tell her 'no' and Dad was preoccupied, she snuck off with the scissors.
This is the sixth time she's taken matters into her own hands. SIXTH!
She informed us very proudly that she "used the right scissors. Not the regular scissors, the special hair-cutting scissors, and saved the hair. See?" Yes, she did save the hair. She saved it and hid it in the cupboard.
So now she has some really, really, REALLY short bangs. I'm talking less than a half inch short. We COULD have just gotten her some hair clips, but no, that was too simple.
She informed us very proudly that she "used the right scissors. Not the regular scissors, the special hair-cutting scissors, and saved the hair. See?" Yes, she did save the hair. She saved it and hid it in the cupboard.
So now she has some really, really, REALLY short bangs. I'm talking less than a half inch short. We COULD have just gotten her some hair clips, but no, that was too simple.

