Yay, I’m first again. I must get the Chester T. Hopwood Memorial Award for retarded bloggers. And you think that just because they can wield scissors, 5 years olds shouldn’t be granted beauty licenses?
what’s scary is that it looked way better when she did it than it did after I got done fixing it.
What cutie-pies either way! I guess everybody’s gotta do it at some point right? I’ll never forget the day I caught Josh eating coffee grounds-the guy at poison control said I should only worry if he went looking for cream and sugar. -M
heh way cute. It reminds me of when I was a kid, ’bout maybe 5 or 6, and my cousin (around the same age as me) and I were staying over at my grandmother’s place for some of the school holidays… and while my grandmother was taking an afternoon nap on the couch, my cousin and I got the scissors, hid behind the couch and were playing hairdressers. She did the same thing to me, cut me a really short and crooked fringe (i believe you call them ‘bangs’ in america)… the thing is, I had really long hair (all the same length), and i didn’t have any bangs to begin with before she did it. My grandmother got the surprise of her life when she went to put my hair up in a ponytail the next day… pulled all my hair back and found out what we’d done *lol* ..that day she carted me off to a proffessional hairdresser to get PROPER bangs put in to temporarily cover up our already unprofessional job… i guess lots of little girls like playing hairdresser heh
I’m sorry…I mean, I tried not to laugh, I really did…but the before and after pics…c’mon…look how cute she is LOL!
tee hee
Awww. Precious no matter what!
when I was 2, my brother cut off one of my pigtails (just one, ha). I think its a normal kid right of passage, to either get a kid administered hair cut, or be the victim.
Heh heh heh.
I did that! Except I was about 9, and I was cross because my hair was getting in my face when I was trying to play. I had waist length hair. I had no fringe. Enter the scissors. Presto! One centimetre fringe. My mother would’ve thrown a fit except ~ as she pointed out ~ I was the one who had to wear it, not her. I thought twice next time
bahaha. okay, sorry. not funny. bahaha.
i did that to myself when i was three or four; cut my bangs so lopsided that the high end was basically chopped to my scalp. my mom switched my whole part to try to cover it.
Must be the haircutting season or something. I just read BTB’s daughter did her own hair too. She looks pleased with herself.
i can bring over my clippers! fix that right up. she’s sweet
awwww bayjane! notice em didn’t do that to herself….
we’re right there with you…my kid had a handful of the dog tailhair in one hand, and safety snips in the other. Eek! Don’t worry, babyJane looks adorable any way her hair is.
Margi, you reminded me of when the boy was this age (2) and tried to cut the cat’s head off with my sewing scissors…I disarmed him and flipped out making all kinds of squeeky high pitched noises. I took him to the shop to hang out with my boss. he took her aside, his eyes wide, and said in a loud whisper, “Robbie, DON’T CUT THE CAT, bad bad!”
it was the five year old this time who did the deed to the baby…why couldn’t she have just done it to her dolls??
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Yay, I’m first again. I must get the Chester T. Hopwood Memorial Award for retarded bloggers. And you think that just because they can wield scissors, 5 years olds shouldn’t be granted beauty licenses?
what’s scary is that it looked way better when she did it than it did after I got done fixing it.
What cutie-pies either way! I guess everybody’s gotta do it at some point right? I’ll never forget the day I caught Josh eating coffee grounds-the guy at poison control said I should only worry if he went looking for cream and sugar.
-M
heh way cute. It reminds me of when I was a kid, ’bout maybe 5 or 6, and my cousin (around the same age as me) and I were staying over at my grandmother’s place for some of the school holidays… and while my grandmother was taking an afternoon nap on the couch, my cousin and I got the scissors, hid behind the couch and were playing hairdressers. She did the same thing to me, cut me a really short and crooked fringe (i believe you call them ‘bangs’ in america)… the thing is, I had really long hair (all the same length), and i didn’t have any bangs to begin with before she did it. My grandmother got the surprise of her life when she went to put my hair up in a ponytail the next day… pulled all my hair back and found out what we’d done *lol* ..that day she carted me off to a proffessional hairdresser to get PROPER bangs put in to temporarily cover up our already unprofessional job… i guess lots of little girls like playing hairdresser heh
I’m sorry…I mean, I tried not to laugh, I really did…but the before and after pics…c’mon…look how cute she is LOL!
tee hee
Awww. Precious no matter what!
when I was 2, my brother cut off one of my pigtails (just one, ha). I think its a normal kid right of passage, to either get a kid administered hair cut, or be the victim.
Heh heh heh.
I did that! Except I was about 9, and I was cross because my hair was getting in my face when I was trying to play. I had waist length hair. I had no fringe. Enter the scissors. Presto! One centimetre fringe. My mother would’ve thrown a fit except ~ as she pointed out ~ I was the one who had to wear it, not her. I thought twice next time
bahaha. okay, sorry. not funny. bahaha.
i did that to myself when i was three or four; cut my bangs so lopsided that the high end was basically chopped to my scalp. my mom switched my whole part to try to cover it.
Must be the haircutting season or something. I just read BTB’s daughter did her own hair too. She looks pleased with herself.
i can bring over my clippers! fix that right up. she’s sweet
awwww bayjane! notice em didn’t do that to herself….
we’re right there with you…my kid had a handful of the dog tailhair in one hand, and safety snips in the other. Eek! Don’t worry, babyJane looks adorable any way her hair is.
Margi, you reminded me of when the boy was this age (2) and tried to cut the cat’s head off with my sewing scissors…I disarmed him and flipped out making all kinds of squeeky high pitched noises. I took him to the shop to hang out with my boss. he took her aside, his eyes wide, and said in a loud whisper, “Robbie, DON’T CUT THE CAT, bad bad!”
it was the five year old this time who did the deed to the baby…why couldn’t she have just done it to her dolls??
LOL!