It was a beautiful day and Mom needed some time away from the house and kids. This leaves Dad as the only supervising adult in the house with 3 kids and a very important football game to watch. You know where this is going. Upon my return home I notice scissors in the front room. Questionable, but I then think nothing of it. After giving Lauren a bath I notice TONS of hair in the tub. Questioning, I ask her,"Why is all that hair in the tub." She responds, calm as can be,"Oh, Cody gave me a haircut while I was practicing the piano." In my mind I refer back to the scissors I saw in the living room. I then frantically look at Lauren's hair to assess the damage. Not too bad (luckily), just bits and pieces gone here and there. I then run to the living room looking for precious locks of Lauren's hair on the ground. None to be found. Strange. Later, I ask Tony if he knew that Cody had cut Lauren's hair and he says,"Oh, that explains all the hair I found in the toilet." Now I am really questioning what all happened while I was gone when my husband did not seem alarmed by this discovery. Then, I go to comb Cody's hair and something is not right. Could he be a victim too??? Sure enough. A big chunk gone right out of the front. I ask him,"Cody, who cut your hair?" He responds with famous words,"Lauren did it."
So.....there you have it. The 'he cut mine, so I cut his' barbershop playtime that occurred while mom was getting some time off.







