(Originally posted April 7, 2008)
Most parents think their child is naughtier/cheekier/more troublesome than everyone elses’.
My little girl has just confirmed my assertion that had she come along first we may never have had a second child.
Tonight – while hubby and I thought she was asleep and as we sit in innocent bliss engrossed in an episode of Heroes – she cut huge chunks out of her hair.
I mean CHUNKS. She now looks like a victim of scabies or like she has a dreadful disease. Or like she’s had an argument with an angry lawnmower.
Oh, I know it’s only hair but I just wanted to cry.
She looks like my Girl’s World doll when I’d had enough of her and hacked all her locks off in fit of boredom.
Hubby made it a hundred times worse. “It’s only hair,” he said.
Then he felt a bit braver and said: “She looks a bit like Max Wall. Anyway it will grow back.”
This is my baby girl we’re talking about. It’s taken her 2½ years to grow a short pixie do as it is, so ‘growing back’ could take until she’s slipping on her school uniform.
Oh my god, the school photos!
The poor thing is already mistaken for a boy if ever I deign not to dress her in pink or put bows in her hair. Which is, well, always.
Her brother’s hair grows faster than hers.
I know I’m being irrational and shouting at hubby won’t make it grow back and it is only hair blah blah blah. But I need a release – and I don’t drink and there is no chocolate in the house.
She may not have had much hair on her head to start with, but there were great swathes of the stuff littering her bedroom floor after her amateur hairdressing moment.
And she looked so damn proud of herself when I walked in.
Then she realised it propably wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had, so she says in her sing-songy I’m-as-cute-as-a-button voice “sorry mummy” with what little conviction she can muster before she skips off and is horrified, nay mortified (see how I feel now little girl?) to find there is cut hair all over her precious baby doll.
Well there’s no hair on MY baby now.
I’d post a picture but I was too traumatised to pick up the camera.
So is it a girl thing? Apparently I cut my hair when I was a young girl (and had a good go at my brother’s with a pair of paper scissors too, I’m told!)