Here's the story. Steve and I were upstairs. Emily and Ella were crafting downstairs. As you may recall from previous posts, Ella LOVES cutting. I guess just cutting paper was getting too menial for her. Emily comes walking upstairs. She says, "Mom, I have to tell you something." (Don't you just love how they have to preface that they are going to tell you something?) "Ella's cutting her hair!" Well, by the time I received the message, I figured the damage had already been done. I quickly yelled down the stairs for her to stop. When I went to investigate, I didn't see any cut hairs anywhere and her hair looked normal (messy at the end of the day). So I pretty much figured the scissors hadn't been able to cut the hair and dismissed the whole episode.
The next morning, I was taking out her little ponytails. As I was doing so, a HUGE chunk of hair came out with it! It took me a minute to remember the scissor incident. Then I was just sick! I couldn't believe the handful of hair I was holding!! Then as I was brushing her hair, more and more kept falling out. My shirt was covered with hair when I was done. Apparently the ponytail had been holding all the cut hairs in place. It's right above her bangs. She has all these little spiky hairs sticking up. So sad, but I guess it's a normal part of childhood. I'm surprised it wasn't right before family pictures or something...
























































