When I got to school to pick her up I almost died. The whole front of her hair was about 1/4" short. It was bad. At first she denied cutting it, but there was absolutely no getting around the fact that her hair was in tattered bits all over her head. I just had no idea that little girls could be this...oh, shit... stupid about their hair.
When she had cut her hair the first time I told her if she ever did it again, I would take her to the salon and get it all cut off so she didn't look like a freak. Evidentally she either forgot that warning, or didn't believe I was serious. But she was just beginning to learn that when I say I'm going to do something, it's rarely a threat.
Off we went to Supercuts, and she got the worst haircut of her life. It was BAD. She looked like a little orphan I had picked up off the streets. Except she had adorable glasses. At the salon she cried and cried and the hairdresser thought I was the most evil mother in the world to ever bring this poor child in for a butchering. And I probably was, but it was the only way I figured I could keep the scissors out of her hand.
She definately learned her lesson. Since that haircut, she's never had her hair cut, only had trims and a shapening or two to get rid of the layers. She would no sooner cut that hair again than she would murder the cat.
I know it's not unusual for a child to give themselves a bad haircut. Usually they do it once, and then it's over and done with. Some kids need to learn the lesson a different way. I don't think the girl has ever gotten over this haircut, but I can promise you, keeping a photo of it around has kept her far away from fooling with her hair ever again. Stumble It! JBlog Me