But then the nagging thought came, "But this is not an ordinary child: this is Caleb."
I turned around just in time to see him reach for a random bunch of hair on the top of his head and open the mouth of his scissors. In one of those slow motion moments, I half-ran, half-fell down the flight of stairs saying, "NOOooooooooooooooooo!" just as Caleb's scissors took their final position and Snip. Snip.
I showed him the hair he had cut off and he was pretty bummed. But Caleb doesn't stay down too long. Before long he was smiling again.
I took some pictures and was reassured by the fact that it could have been A LOT worse. And frankly, I thought one of my kids would have cut their hair off years ago.
Then I broke the news to Christopher. "Dear, I wanted to congratulate you. We have met another parenting milestone! #134-- Child cuts off their hair. Isn't that awesome?"
He did not think it was as awesome as I did, but was grateful the damage was minimal.
Postscript: Caleb has since informed Christopher that his hair is-- and I quote-- "disgusting" and he plans on shaving it all off. Chris admonished me to keep a close eye on him.
Now if only I could find my scissors...
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