AuburnChick's Adventures

Lately, Chicky has been trying to get me to schedule a haircut for myself.

Being the cheap gal that I am (except where chocolate and yarn are concerned), I’ve brushed her off.

However, the other day, I casually told her that she was welcome to grab a pair of scissors and give me a trim.

I’m either dumb or brave…maybe a combination of the two.

Today, Chicky had some free time, and she said, “So, Mama, when am I going to cut your hair?”

Um…er…now…I guess?

You should have seen her face as she grabbed the scissors from the hair cutting kit I use for Rooster’s hair.  She had an evil gleam in her eye.

Mischievous is a word that adequately describes Chicky.

Rooster grabbed the camera to capture the process…

See how long my hair is…was?

Chicky looked like a professional as she handled my hair and the blades…

My heart fell as I heard the zip of a thick wad of hair being cut.  Chicky proudly held up the lock she had just removed…

Oh my…what to say…

Six inches of my locks…gone…

I wanted to scoop my hair off the floor and reattach it…

But, Chicky is practical, much like her Mama, and she had this classic response…”It’s hair.  It will grow back.”

So true, so true.

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