What do you get when you leave a bucket of preschool scissors on the art table in your playroom? Why of course, you get this...
Which in turn gets you this...
Last Friday, Gavin was playing to well upstairs all alone which is rare. I should have known he was up to something but didn't even realize until we went to pick Emmy up at the bus stop and I noticed a big chunk out of the front of his hair. My initial reaction was one of horror and disgust for what he had done which in turn brought the poor little guy to tears. When asked why he did that, his reply was that his hair was in his eyes.
We weren't able to go get it fixed until Saturday. His daddy took him in since mommy was too afraid to see it all get cut off. He came home looking pretty cool and definitely looks at least a whole year older now! Below is my little super hero showing off his new 'do.
Note to self: don't EVER let children have scissors without parental supervision. Mommy Fail.
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