Love

Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy.
That is not our business and, in fact, it is nobody's business.
What we are asked to do is to love, and this love itself will render both ourselves and our neighbors worthy if anything can.

Thomas Merton (1915 - 1968)

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

My Child Cut Herself a Mullet

School started on August 4th. Owen began Kindergarten & Chloe moved up to the 4 year old classroom. That afternoon/evening was a nightmare for both Todd and myself with work/customer outages. I was stuck in my office the whole night & didn't get to eat dinner with them or hear about their first day of excitement. We also missed Chloe's first night of swim lessonss. Thankfully, Todd was able to cook dinner and put the kids to bed.

At some point during the evening, Chloe snuck away unnoticed. When I got off my customer call at 1:30am to go to bed, I noticed six inch chunks of Chloe hair on our bathroom floor. I didn't see much and assumed it was just a little snip here. A little snip there. The alarm went off Tuesday morning and I rolled over to ask Todd if he knew Chloe had cut her hair and he did not. At that point, I breathed in relief thinking it couldn't be that bad. But walking into her room was a different story.

The child had NO HAIR on the sides of her face. She had cut off EVERYTHING on each side going to behind her ears. Chloe had cut herself a mullet. I cut off the back & sent her to school and then trimmed it up that night after dinner so it was stacked up the back. It is just barely long enough to tuck behind her ears from the front and some of her bangs are so short they stick straight up. She gets an A+ for symmetry, as the left was identical to the right side. But an F- for style. Mullets are out, but she likely looked in the mirror to admire her handiwork after snipping away.

The morning she was discovered, Chloe wanted to know how I knew. I told Chloe that I saw chunks of her hair on the floor. The hands immediately went to the hips and she said "Nuh uh! I put all the hair in the trash, see?!" And there in the trash were FISTFULS of hair! Breathe in. Breathe out.

Owen is enjoying Kindergarten, but is not a big fan of homework. He brings it home several nights a week and is not happy about it. We have told him to get used to it, as he's going to have homework for the next two decades. I think his eyes visibly dulled at the thought.

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