Bangs

Grace and Jack have been looking very scraggly (is that even a word?) in the hair department lately. Well, Olivia has too, but asking her to get her hair cut would be like asking her if she's like to eat a shit sandwich. So we just let her walk around looking like Medusa. Lest Mitch come after the remaining children with the dog's butt clippers, I made an appointment for them with my girl at the place I get my hair done. Grace went first. I showed the hairdresser the picture I wanted her hair to look like (inverted bob, no bangs), and then walked Henry out to meet Mitch, who had just pulled up. As I rounded the corner to where Grace was sitting in the hair chair, I gasped. The bangs that took us four years to grow out were gone, gone, gone. Her hair grows about half an inch a year, and I've never once cut her bangs. I mean, it's cute and all, but my God. Four years down the drain. The poor hairdresser almost started crying and Grace did start crying. I told her she looked beautiful, like a blond Snow White, or her best friend Morgan. And she got to have sparkly stuff in her hair, but I was crying on the inside. Because I'm shallow. If it had been Olivia, it wouldn't have been a big deal, because her hair grows so fast. I'll post a picture tomorrow. It really is quite cute, but now I have to maintain bangs. Oh my God! How long is she going to go on about stupid bangs, you ask? I'm not even warmed up yet, gentle readers reader. I had kept Olivia with us instead of sending her to work with her Daddy in the hopes that she might be persuaded to get her hair cut, too, but after the bang incident, I think she would have cheerfully rather munched on a shit sandwich. Jack's hair looks great, by the way. Exactly the same, of course, just a little less like Martha Stewart and more like Harry Potter. Frigging bangs.