"Wow honey, your bangs have really grown fast. I think we need to get Miss Krystal to cut them," I said.
Ella quickly agreed because Ella LOVES Miss Krystal. When Miss Krystal isn't styling hair at GadZooks, she teaches ballet. In Ella's eyes, she's a princess. But then I remembered how tough it was to sometimes get an appointment. Plus, I knew that there was NO WAY that Ella was going to get her hair done before I did. At that moment, I told Ella that I would trim her bangs up in a jiffy.
After about 5 minutes of desperately looking for scissors, I finally found a pair that appeared to be a cross between kid's safety scissors and nail clippers. I figured I had luck on my side because I had never used them before so I knew they would be sharp.
I was wrong. It didn't help that the scissors had a cutting surface of less than two inches, so what would have been a simple trim with any other pair of scissors, turned into several attempts to trim her bangs. I couldn't get them even, so the bangs got shorter and shorter. Finally, Ella said, "My hair looks great Mommy!" I believed her. They were short, but somewhat cute-ish.
When we got to school, one of the teachers said, "Ella, your hair is so beautiful!' Ella preened, smiled and graciously thanked the teacher. I was pretty pleased with myself that I was able to successfully trim her hair. I mean, she got immediate compliments for Christ's sake. Right then and there I decided that I would no longer take her to the salon. I could TOTALLY cut her hair from now on. It really was much easier than I thought.
As I was getting Ella's breakfast together, the teacher pulled me aside and said, "Wow, did Ella cut her hair? Don't worry, I think almost every girl her age has done it. "
"Uh, no. She didn't cut her hair," I said, quickly realizing my mistake in admitting to the disaster.
"Really??? said the teacher with a perplexed look on her face. "I don't understa... OOHHHH!"