Hey, why is there a chunk of hair on the kitchen floor?

I suppose I asked for it. I always thought it would happen to other kids, but not mine. I trusted her to have scissors. Mistake number one, I suppose. I got in the shower while she was playing with said scissors. There's mistake number two. As a child, I butchered my hair with scissors. I suppose heredity would be mistake number three.

I guess my most heinous mistake is thinking that giving numerous lectures about the evils of cutting hair or anything other than paper to a couple of four-year-olds would actually sink in. I really am learning something new every day. For instance, Nyquil mixed with beer is a great way to relax.

G'night!