So this weekend, Rapunzel had a friend over, and all was going well until I decided to order dinner. I walked away, the kids were supposed to clean up their mess and come downstairs. 5-10 minutes later, Tinkerbell comes downstairs with her hair chopped. I mean chopped. I was shocked, surprised, angry. I didn’t know what to say.
Apparently Tinkerbell had decided she wanted her hair to look like Rapunzel’s friend’s. So she told her to cut it and showed her where the scissors were. They had to climb on top of the bathroom sink to get to the medicine cabinet to find the scissors. They must have been determined.
I’ve been told that cutting hair is like a rite of passage for little girls, but it doesn’t make it much easier trying to fix it. Luckily I’ve had to cut hair on several occasions (not just my husband’s), so I was able to (somewhat) clean up the damage to some extent.
Needless to say, Rapunzel’s friend did not end up staying the night. Tinkerbell got a brand new ‘do, and Rapunzel, well, Rapunzel doesn’t get to decide what to do with her bangs until they grow out. For now, though, I can get away with clips in their hair, and no one would know the difference.
If you ever find yourself in my situation, feel free to check out these hair cutting instructions. Hopefully I won’t have to refer to them for a while!