“But I wanted a haircut.”

Maeve came up to me this morning holding her head very oddly.  I didn’t think much of it because she’s five and five-year-olds tend to do odd things.  Then I realized that she looked different.

Maeve apparently decided that she needed a haircut (nevermind the fact that she got one less than a month ago).

So she cut her own hair.

A huge chunk right out of the front.

Four days before First Day of School Pictures.  And the first day of school.

When I asked her if she had cut her hair, she said, “Yes, I’m sorry.  But I wanted a haircut.”

(Note to self:  No pics in the kitchen in the morning.  The sun is blinding.)

I tried to take away the hacked look and I guess it looks slightly better now (the pictures if from before I tried to fix it).  But it still looks really bad (am I going to Mommy Hell for saying that?).  I guess I could take her to get a real haircut and get real bangs to cover it up but I hate bangs.  HATE them.  I just see them plastered to her forehead with sweat for the rest of the summer.  Yuck.

The crime scene:

I told her she had to clean up all the papers and craft supplies so I could vacuum it up.  Chances of her cooperating with this?  Zilch.