A little while ago one of the other little Australian girls that’s over here decided to take the scissors to her hair. It’s far from being uncommon, but it was a great opportunity to point out one of life’s little lessons to Emily without her having to learn it for herself.
“You’d never cut your own hair, would you Emily?” And of course the reply is honest and sincere as she assures you that she wouldn’t do that to her beautiful hair.
Roll forward a month or so and Emily comes in to see us as we finally stir for the day over the weekend. As she’s giving Caroline a hug, it becomes apparent that there’s a small clump of neatly severed hair on the quilt. And sure enough, a little further investigation showed that she had managed to sever a little hair on each side of her face, giving herself just enough hair to be unable to do anything useful with it (I’ll have to try and get a photo.
Fortunately it’s not so dramatic as to be devastating, but enough that you can see it and enough that it’s going to take some time to grow out … just when we’re getting to a point where we’re starting to get somewhere with the clump that got ripped out by the mix master.
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