The new school year has started off swimmingly and so many things have been relaxing and peaceful and really, there has never been a quieter time in my life.
For instance, my son just started Grade 1 and insists that only his teacher knows anything and really, we have no idea what it's like to go to school. There have only been a small amount of tears when I insist, on frigid mornings, that perhaps my son should wear pants and not shorts. Also, when he was out of clean white socks, he requested me to wash them for him in a calm and respectful manner.
On the second day of school, our darling children were brushing their teeth, unsupervised, in the bathroom. Upon noticing a curious lack of noise and fighting coming from the bathroom, Dad investigated to discover that a pop-up barbershop had a soft opening.Ever the entrepreneur, and loving big brother, our son placed towels, very carefully, on the seat and toilet tank to protect it. He then wrapped his sister in a large towel to protect her clothes.Proceeding to hack away at her flyaway hair with safety scissors, he did his very best and cut her hair in all sorts of spots, in a variety of interesting ways.
Upon discovery of this alarming plateau, fifteen minutes before I had to leave for work, I might add, my husband quietly asked them what was going on, took a photo and then showed it to me. Confused at the sight of my daughter wrapped in a towel looking annoyed, I then caught sight of the safety scissors on the edge of the bathtub where a despondent brother sat, looking guilty.
I was both horrified and impressed at the scene before us and I was quite unable to stop laughing. Sniggering, we split up the kids and moved them into separate rooms to try and get our "parenting" faces on.As I was pulling long clumps of hair off of her towel, head and floor, I asked her whose idea this was.
"Mine!," she wept as she came in for a hug.
Together, we made a new, much more explicit, plan that if she wanted a haircut, she would tell me and then we would have a professional do it. As we were discussing next steps and attempted to brush out the hair, I overheard my husband telling our son that if he really wanted to cut hair, he would have to go to school to learn how and he was not just to grab the closest pair of scissors and start hacking away.
Her haircut is not so bad, I guess, I and it certainly could have been a lot worse.
I am looking forward to seeing how the bits close to the scalp will grow out.
Everything is good and right on track for a fabulous new school year.
