Last week promised to be a rather unusual, sedate week for the Expat household. I should have known...
Went to a school meeting on the Wednesday night and left the Ball & Chain in charge. Came back at around 9.15pm to find the Man-Child staring at large chunks of hair on his bathroom floor. Once we had established who it wasn't, (as we all have similar colo(u)red hair) we deduced that it could only have been the Little Guy. At 8, the B&C deems him old enough to shower by himself. Personally, I hover around, changing sheets, tidying bedrooms etc. until he's finished; I mean, there's only so much water in Lake Michigan. The B&C however, comes back downstairs to watch the baseball, leaving Little Guy alone with a pair of craft scissors that the Man-Child had used to cut a tag off his new t-shirt.
Of course only that day I had mentioned, in passing, that the Little Guy needed a haircut....... .
When I asked the B&C if he'd noticed anything at LG's bedtime, he said he hadn't. Not sure why I'm surprised really; I can have six inches lopped off my hair and he doesn't notice. When I saw the state of the LG's hair next morning though, I can only assume that the B&C is going blind.
After I had reminded the LG that he's actually 8 and not 4, I asked him what had possessed him to cut his hair. OK, as someone who regularly chops bits off her own locks, I asked him why he'd cut so much off. He said he only meant to chop one small bit off at the back but then "got carried away". Hmm... and obviously can't tell the difference between the front and back of his own head.
So, off to the hairdresser the following night after school.
Let's just say, there's not much hair left!