It occurred to me this morning that I'm a bit mixed up. Part of me is on the verge of being an old lady, another part of me is definitely kindergartner
A few days ago, my bangs were irritating me. Gettin' in my eyes, doing funky things when I tried to curl them, you name it, they were/were not doing it (the "not" is for the things I wanted them to do). So I did what any impulsive 5 year old would do, I grabbed a scissors (DH's mustache scissors were conveniently at hand, which is really a step up from the cuticle scissors, which I have also used upon occasion when sorely tried by my hair) and abbreviated them. I have it down to a science - comb it all into a clump, grab, and snip.
Except this particular time, I apparently was in too much of a hurry to grab ALL of my bangs. So when I was finished, I had shorter bangs in the front, and longer ones on top of that. And in such a manner as to look particularly ridiculous.
I was immediately taken back to my elder daughter's haircutting binge. For three years in a row, starting at age 3, she chopped a nice meaty section right out of her bangs, somewhere in the vicinity of oh, I dunno, the scalp. Generally before a holiday where pictures were desirable. (For some reason there is no photographic record of my younger daughter's hairdressing career, although I do remember she did some rather injudicious trimming of her own a time or two). I consoled myself with the clarification that a) my cut was nowhere near the scalp, b) I used real scissors, and c) hardly got any thrill at all from the sound of blades cutting hair.
This morning I finally got around to fixing it - I used real scissors and combed it and everything. Mulled over the kindergartner/old lady thing and decided not to think about it any more :)
After all, I'll be too busy thinking up an excuse to tell my hairdresser...