Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Rites of Passage

we all go through them... first communion, driver's license, first kiss, first haircut (that you gave yourself.....)

I trimmed Avery's bangs last night. They were hanging in her eyes. I had finished my handiwork and (this is where the fatal error took place) asked her to take the scissors back to my scrapbook room. It wasn't long before I heard that distinct "snip, snip, snip" sound that cutterbee scissors make.

I went into my scrapbook room and told Avery to put the scissors down because they were very sharp and something bad could happen. She turned to me and said, "I think something bad happened..."

She had chopped the top of her hair, and added a little texture to the back. I think I can hide it with a barrette...

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