
My husband warned me over the phone before I got home that he had given my two-year-old a haircut.
"She was complaining that her bangs were in her eyes," he explained. "So I decided to trim them for her. But it was crooked so I kept trying to even it out and then..." He trailed off. "Well, you'll see."
This is a photo of my daughter's bangs. They are about one inch from the roots and the bangs are cut so wide that you can see her temples. All this just as her mullet (courtesy of her older brother Benjamin -- see previous post entitled 'Can hair be called "crowning glory" when it's a mullet?', June 26, 2007) was starting to grow out. I'm not guiltless either. In a previous post, I confessed to cutting a loonie-sized bald spot into my son's hair last year (see 'The unkindest cut of all', March 16, 2006 post).
Somebody take the scissors away from my family.