No Luck on the Irish Day

 St. Patrick's Day+ mom  who isn't paying enough attention to her kids + 

a bored four year old + scissors= the following pictures. I guess the hair cut she got last month (shown in an earlier post) wasn't what she wanted, so she took matters in to her own hands! 

So I am not very good at the whole holiday thing, like decorating all cute or even decorating  for holidays and then having colored or traditional meals that fit the hoilday. I was trying to make up for this by having a traditional Irish dinner. So I was fixing corned beef, cabbage and potatoes and looking at stuff on the computer, when I came out to check on the food which I burned and noticed Lilly acting a little silly. She stood up on the couch and said,"Mom, do you like my hair?" And I was still distracted and just said "yea" not really looking at it or anything. 

But then Lilly said,"I wonder how you are going to glue it back on?" That was when all my spider scences went nuts and I was like glue it back on, oh no what did you do.  You can see what she did and this all happened in the seven o'clock hour, with preschool the next morning. 

I calmly ask her  why and where was the hair she had cut (hence the box pic.) and what was she thinking. And then proceded to tell her she was not allowed to use scissors for the next week at least and no playing with Dad's ipod and to get in the car because we had to find someplace open that could fix her hair before preschool the next day.

Thanks to Great Clips and the lady there, Lilly's hair didn't turn out too bad. You can see how much more they had to cut off to fix what she had done. In fact it is really cute and lots of people have commented on it, it is just a sore spot for me because I was a dilinquent mom.

But on the other side I had it coming to me. When I was little and had just a little bit of hair, I told my cousin who was just a few years older than me that I needed a trim off of the top, one day when we were playing. Needless to say we both got in a bit of trouble, and I am sure my mom did one of those mother cursing/blessings  that mothers do when they say, "I hope you have a child that is just like you when you get older!"