Self-Cut Bangs

No, not my self-cut bangs. Emmaline’s. Back in the Spring, to my complete horror  Emmaline cut a chunk of hair off the side of her head. It was technically in the front, but far enough to the side that it forced Emmaline into the Velma haircut. As in Little Ernie’s comment: “Hey Emmaline, you look just like Velma from Scooby Doo!”

Emmaline before

Emmaline after

So thankfully Emmaline hated her bangs and has insisted all these months that she wanted her “old hair” back. Hence my dismay when she came home from school today sporting a small section in the front that was noticeably shorter than her currently growing bangs (which are now almost to her chin).

This was Emmaline getting mad that I noticed her hair.

Now she’s decided that it’s ok for me to take her picture

Ok- so a tiara makes everything better!

And then to pose in her tiara with the kitten that she personally decorated with marker? Priceless.

Emmaline has NO IDEA who cut her hair. According to her, nobody she knows even has scissors! Also, don’t you know that she only wants her old hair back? So somehow, mysteriously, a chunk of hair that falls right between her eyes just disappeared at some point during the day.

In addition to magically disappearing hair, Emmaline has been a little focused on one subject lately. After reading her comments from the last 4 days, can you figure it out?

 

Sunday: (while looking at some of the pictures from the reception we took her to last week)

Me: Look honey, here’s Hannah and her bridesmaids.

Emmaline: Mom, did you forget?? I WAS one of her bridesmaids!

Monday: (while walking around Wal-Mart)

Emmaline: Mom, remember Cade’s sister?

Me: Yes, that would be Hannah.

Emmaline: So when is she going to have babies and how many is she going to have?

Tuesday: (while Emmaline was saying Family Prayer before bed)

Emmaline: Heavenly Father, please help us all to find nice husbands. (which is really funny considering that she is the only person in our family that will ever need to worry about finding a husband)

Today: (while rolling around on the couch, trying to distract me from her bangs)

Emmaline: Mom, you and Daddy could go to a restaurant and kiss if nobody is there!! Cause you could have privacy at a restaurant.”

Me: Who told you that?

Emmaline: Nobody! Everybody already knows that!