He Cut My Hair! ...
One day, Z got hold of a pair of scissors. He was about to cut his hair with it but I told him no. Since most of the time he listens I was confident he would obey me and sure enough he did. He might have thought about the consequences that’s going to happen if he did cut his hair. Then he got a bright idea and turned to my hair. For the second time I told him not to cut it. I was confident again that he would obey me so I didn’t look at him. Then when I finally stood up I saw a bunch of hair on the floor. My mischievous child stopped short of cutting his own hair but figured he could do it on mommy instead. So there on the floor were a bunch of my hair about 4 inches long! I quickly checked in the mirror if I had any bald spot but fortunately I didn’t. Whew! Next time, I wouldn’t trust my five year old again with a pair of scissors.
