Sunday, I was sitting down to lunch with Josh when my phone rang. The number that showed up was Dan, so since he has the kids on the weekends, I picked up immediately.
“Ava what’s wrong? What is it?”
“What? You cut your hand? Are you okay?”
I hear Dan take the phone.
“What happened, is she okay?”
“…..I have a bucket full of blond hair.”
“She got her hair out of her eyes. With scissors. I’m not sure why she put it in a bucket.”
So, Ava did what we all do at some time or another. She decided to coiff herself.
So what did I do? I decided I could be a beautician just like anyone else. I picked up the 3-inch school scissors and set to the work of cutting off huge amounts of my daughter’s hair.
It wasn’t SO bad, but I will never be a cosmetologist.
I apologize for Ava’s less than happy debut of her new ‘do. I think in this picture we took away her vodka.