I was working in our office/guest bedroom/storage room when I heard the blood-curdling screams coming from downstairs.
I paused.
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My daughter is a problem solver. While she still needs our help a good portion of the time, she will tackle many challenges alone. We admire and encourage her independence.
But that's not always a good thing.
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"I'M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL TOMORROW!" I heard through the tears.
"I LOOK LIKE A BOY!"
Reluctantly, I decided to go downstairs to see what the fuss was about. I found Ella and Zoey standing in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. I looked at Zoey, whose once shoulder-length bangs were now less than an inch long.
I laughed.
She cried harder.
"What happened?" I asked.
"MOMMY CUT MY HAIR!" she sobbed.
"Let's tell Daddy why I cut your hair," Ella said.
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO!" Zoey screamed.
I went back upstairs. About thirty minutes later, Ella walked in the room and told me what had happened.
Zoey was reading a book and her hair kept falling in her face. So she got up, got a pair of scissors from the kitchen, and cut off all the hair that was hanging over her eyes.
See? Problem solver!
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Song of the day: Divine Thing by The Soup Dragons
The Tantrum Heard 'Round The Neighborhood
