It's Monday, that is apparent. All terrible things happen, on Monday, or so it seems.
Our oldest, the Entomologist, woke up before me, as he does every morning. Most days, he grabs his gameboy, and sits in our bedroom and plays for about 20 minutes. Just long enough for me to wake up. Today was different.
When the Entomologist woke up, he went into Mommie and Daddy's bathroom. Fine I thought, he is going to take care of morning things. At some point, I must have fell back to sleep. I woke about roughly 20-30 minutes later, ready to start the day. I walk thru the house to find Mr. Entomologist, to see what he wanted for breakfast. Well, I couldn't find him. So off to my bathroom I went, since that was the only place that I hadn't yet looked.
There he is... scissors in hand, a large pile of hair on the toilet.
He says with a most enthusiastic voice, "I cut my hair."
"I see that.", I said.
"You said you wanted my hair cut."
"No, I liked your hair just the way it was."
"Well Daddy wanted it cut. I cut it now, so no one else has to."
"Why did you cut it?"
"This part (pointing to his bangs) was tickling right here." (pointing to his forehead)
"I see. You could have told me you wanted your hair cut, and we could have went today to do it."
" But I did it all by myself, now we don't have to."
I know what you are doing right now. You are laughing. I suppose that as time goes on, I will laugh too. I want to, but I can't. The Entomologist HAD the BEST hair, EVER! It wasn't long, but longer than my husband wanted it. When I fixed his hair, it was really beautiful. The curls just lay perfectly, and the sides seemed to fall into the right place, all the time. Perfect hair, if ever there was to be perfect hair. I am sad. Very sad. I know it is hair and it will grow back, and that is a good thing. We will go later on today, and get his hair buzzed. I really dislike those type of hair cuts. They are so generic... so blah. No character, no charisma, no personality. Yep... It's Monday, welcome to it!