So I was performing my daily torture ritual with Paige (doing her hair, in other words) and finally decided that she needed about 4-5 inches of the hay growing from her scalp trimmed off. I couldn't stand it anymore and neither can my neighbors.
At the same moment, I see my sweet little girl, I mean boy, Cameron, walks in and that seals the deal. How can any mother let their child get so shaggy?
So we did what mommy does and walk-in to Great Clips for some cheap hair cuts. They did a great job and my children walked out looking groomed and happy with hairy suckers hanging from their mouths. Success..until about 6 months from now when they get their next haircuts. Do you think that these are the stories my kids will be telling their therapists 20 years from now?