No school for a week. Nothing to do but sleep till noon, eat, read her books over and over, watch TV, and talk on the phone.
She came downstairs on Friday and said, “I cut my hair.”
Oddly, she didn’t cut that part in the front that is slowly robbing her of her eyesight.
I said, “Why did you do that?”
She said she was bored. She didn’t have anything to do. So she cut her hair. And she hated it! It was too short!
She ran for the scissors again and started whacking.
I wrestled them away from her and took her to my cousin’s house where his wife, Sheryl, got out her barber scissors and repaired the damage.
I thought we were over this type of thing when she turned five.
Next time she’s off school for a week, she’s cleaning out the chicken house!