Life

This is the before and after...I didn't take a picture (I know, I know I should have) of the mullet.

The hairdresser didn't do a great job but Soph's hair was of such varying lengths it wasn't a straightforward cut. I'm still getting used to it.

Sigh.

During 'quiet time' yesterday Soph was very quiet indeed. She found a pair of her scissors, sat in our bed, and proceeded to cut great chunks of her hair out. Bits of her bangs, handfuls from either sides and she ended up with a wonderfully Canadian hockey player mullet.

It was horrible. I freaked and no doubt ensured she will be seeking therapy years down the road for linking her self-esteem to the length of her hair.

She really hasn't been too bothered by it all. When asked why she did it she only answered because the 'scissors were there'. God forbid we leave the chainsaw lying around.

I ended up having to take her to a children's hairdresser who, rather alarmingly, told me this happens all the time. So Soph now has something vaguely close to a bob. It's not great. There are still chunks missing. I am gutted her lovely long hair is gone and that it's now straight and boring like mine.

I am really not impressed with the two little feckers at school who told her it didn't look nice though. Bloody parents, teach your kids to lie dammit.