Poor Tay Tay

I woke up this morning to the sound of a drawer opening, something being placed in the drawer and the drawer closing. The only one that is able to get out of their room is Tucker...so I say his name. No response. "Tucker, what are you doing?". "Nothing" he says...which I know is the kiss of death.

I call him into my bedroom and he comes in looking all angelic. I again ask him what he was doing and he again replies "nothing". Then I hear the pitter patter of little feet coming down the stairs and I know that he has let Taylor out of her room. She comes in to my room (mind you it's dark) and starts to climb into my bed. I know there's something "off" about the way she looks and Tucker says "Her hair looks funny huh mom!". That's when I realize that the "something" being placed in the drawer was scissors.

I immediately jump up and grab Taylor and feel her head. It's all gone...

I ask Tucker..."Did you cut your sisters hair?"

"No" he says.

Again, I ask in a much louder voice..."Did you cut your sisters hair?"

Again, he says "No".

I let go of Taylor...who by this time I've been hugging trying to hold myself back from beating the ever lovin' crap out of Tucker and yell..."Tell me the truth...DID.....YOU.....CUT.....YOUR.....SISTERS....HAIR!?"

He looks at me with these huge eyes...smiles...and says "Yep".

I tell him to turn around so I can spank him...give him one pop on the butt and say "You better run...run now to your room and shut the door".

I've never seen that boy run that fast in his entire life. I knew that I needed to count to 10...well...10,000...to calm myself down.

I scoop Taylor up and assess the damage.

Here are the pics.

I know what you're thinking...what? She looks fine. But wait for it...

This side isn't so bad either...but remember her hair went down to her shoulders...

He at least left her with 3 rat tails...too bad they're not in style anymore.

This side and the top caught the most from the "attack".

Yep...that isn't a white spot from the flash...that's her scalp! Plus, he must of grabbed a chunk of hair at her crown, stood behind her and cut from back to front because there is about a 1/4 inch of hair left at her crown.

It took almost 20 minutes for me to calm down enough to even enter Tucker's room. After about another 20 minutes of me talking to him...I got out this story.

"I wanted to cut off the tag on my sleeping bag, so I went downstairs and got your scissors. Taylor was up, so I got her out of her room and she came to my room with me. I wanted to pretend I was daddy and cut Tay Tay's hair like daddy cuts mine. I didn't know I wasn't suppose to cut hair".

Well, if you saw his room, you wouldn't have known he had done anything wrong. Like the perfect criminal, he had cleaned up all evidence of his crime. Not one shred of hair was to be found anywhere but in the garbage can.

I told him he was getting 4 spankings. One for getting the scissors without my permission (all I will say is that we went into depths yesterday of why he's not allowed to have scissors unless mommy's supervising)...one for cutting Taylor's hair...and two for lying about it.

I gave him his spankings and made him stay in his room until we left the house at 11:30 to get Taylor another haircut to correct (as much as we could) the damage from the first one.

I will say, now that it's all over with, that in 3 weeks...Taylor will have a really cute haircut. And lucky for her...she's so damn cute, she could pull off even a bald head.