So Saturday evening we're getting ready to head out for the DW's birthday dinner. All the clowns were getting clothes on, hair combed and shoes on. I was in the back of the Palace when suddenly I hear middle clown start bawling.
I've learned over the last seven years that middle clown wears her heart on her sleeve. She can cry just from someone accusing her of something. No seriously, I accused her just the other day of doing something she didn't do and she started crying. So anyway.
I emerge from the back and we pass each other in the hallway. I ask her what's wrong? I.. wa.. di.. ha.. cuz.. it.. mom. Woooo. Slow down and stop crying. It..bu..ha..I..my..wan...mom..
Yeah this is going nowhere fast.
So I asked the DW, and it turns out she cut her own bangs.
I immediately texted my mom and told her. My mom knows all to well about kids cutting their own hair. As a kid I think I cut my hair maybe three or four times. The most memorable was when I was in the 3rd or 4th grade and I cut my bangs the night before our school pictures.
So you see... it's in her blood.
Tell me Lifers. You ever cut your own hair as a child?