Just bob, bob, bobbin’ along
posted in Uncategorized |She is shorn. Wah! I watched the locks of hair falling to the floor and winced–four and a half years of hair growing gone *poof*.
This is the end result. It’s very cute. Luckily, the majority of her co-campers are also featuring bobs, so she fits right in.
The morning was horrid. At first, I was thinking we were actually going to get out of the house at a decent time…but noooooo.
First there was to-ing and fro-ing.
Then, as I started combing her hair, was the dreadful discovery of The Gum. Oh, not a great wad, nothing so visible. But enough to create a couple of huge gluey tangled messes, one at shoulder length, on one side of the face, and the other at chin length, on the other side of her face. After a really grumpy attempt to actually comb the stuff out, I snarled, dashed off for our hair scissors, and whacked the two spots out.
Then there was a scene about the shoes.
Then there was mom’s edict: No Gum At Camp.
By the time we arrived at camp, I was a raving maniac, and she was a mess. She still hadn’t put her shoes on. She wanted me to carry her. After more of a scene (great mommy moments here, folks), we finally ended up sitting on the curb in front of SMU’s recreation center, with her in my lap, weeping.
And mumchance.
Not a word. So we played Twenty Questions: “OmegaDotter, is it your shoes?” Head shakes. “Is it your socks? Do you not like your horsie socks any more?” Head shakes. “Is it your little fingernail itching?” Head shakes.
Finally, light dawns.
“Sweetie, is it your hair?”
Head nods and tears pour.
Oh, dear. So I assured her we would talk with daddy and see what his thoughts were, but we could cut it in a Really Cute Cut and wouldn’t that be okay?
So I finally delivered a soggy child to camp, adorned with oddly chopped hanks of hair.
And right after the end of camp, we went off to the local hair salon and had the haircut so that it’s all the same length and she has decided it looks very nice.
But, oh, she looks so different.
