A Little Hair, A Little There

On the day of her birth, Kid 5 actually had hair.  It was black and soft, and the top of her head looked like a little black chick.  Then of course, her head grew much faster than her hair, so she was relatively hairless for a little while.  Her hair was worth the wait, and grew into glossy, long, dark ringlets, and was just beautiful.  She was accustomed to the brushing and braiding, and general maintenance of long hair and never complained during any of it.  

It happened on a Saturday night, when the hubby and I went out on a date.  We left Kids 3, 4, and 5 with Kid 2, and we weren't gone long but it was just enough time for Kid 5 to have an adventure.  As I walked upstairs into my master bathroom, I noticed long, dark clumps of hair on the bathroom floor.  I stopped walking (I think I stopped breathing) and just stared.  Next to the hair was a pair of scissors.  I ran out of the room calling for Kid 5, because who else could it possibly be?  Kid 3 wouldn't cut her own hair off, or cut Kid 5's hair for that matter.  I found Kid 5 and saw the damage.  

One side was about four inches shorter than the other, and there was a chunk missing from her bangs.  As silly as it may sound, I wanted to cry.  I wasn't really sure what the final outcome of her experiment with scissors would be.  I called my friend Kat and asked her to come and try to fix her hair.  I hoped that she could just "even it out" or layer it until it grew out again.  As Kat combed through Kid 5's hair, she gave me the bad news.  Not only did she cut one side of her hair, she managed to cut chunks out of the back, underneath the top layer.  Kat did a great job and gave Kid 5 a little bob, but I was beside myself.  I tried to convince myself that it would grow back soon.  

After Kid 5's "fix cut," I had convinced myself that there would not be a recurrence. Oh, how wrong I was.  Kid 5 decided that she did not like her bangs with a chunk missing right in the middle of her forehead, so she decided to even them out.

Although I've never seen bangs so short on a girl, I have to say, I think they go well with the vampire fangs. 

After the first hair experiment, I made an attempt to hide the scissors but the problem was, I could never find scissors when I needed them.  I wonder to this day if Kid 5 had them hidden away, waiting for an opportunity to indulge in a little self-styling.  Despite my best attempts, Kid 5 located yet another pair of scissors, and this time attempted give herself a mullet.  Either that or she ran out of time and couldn't finish the job.

Unfortunately for Kid 5 and for me, Kat had moved to Hawaii and so Kid 5 was left to the talent of an anonymous hair stylist.  The poor woman did the best she could, but Kid 5 had really hacked her hair so it was the shortest I hope it ever will be, even though she did look kind of cute. 

More than a year has gone by, and Kid 5 has not cut her hair again, although she has given haircuts to many of her dolls.  She hasn't quite lost her desire to be a stylist, and just this morning she asked to comb my hair.  As she brushed my hair, she asked where my bangs were.  I showed her that the front of my hair was long, so my "bangs" were actually there but were so long you couldn't see them.  She looked at me for a second, then said, "I'll be right back."  As she ran from the room I yelled, "You are NOT cutting my hair!"  She came back in the room, gave me a look that said I was dense, and said, "I'm not going to cut your hair, I'm just going to cut your bangs."