Mullet

Lainy cut her own hair the other day...into a mullet.

I was feeding Leah breakfast in the kitchen. Lainy was quiet in the bedroom. That should have tipped me off that something was up.

She came walking out with a pair of scissors in her hand.

Honestly, I didn't notice the mullet right away. I hadn't done her hair yet so she had bed-head hair.

"Did you cut your hair?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said guiltily.

I ran over to her to inspect the damage, and that's when I noticed it. She'd cut her hair close to the scalp above both ears... she'd created a mullet. Business in the front, party in the back. One side shorter than the other.

I started laughing (because sometimes it's better to laugh when you really feel like crying). A mullet. My daughter has a mullet.

I saw the expression on Lainy's face - she was on the verge of tears so I knew I needed to choose my words carefully.

"It's okay," I said, "It's no big deal. Your hair will grow back."

("But it took three years to get it this long!" I thought to myself.)

Then we went straight to the bathroom to figure out how to disguise it. Luckily, a headband does a pretty good job.

I texted my family to see if they thought it would be a good idea if we all get mullets for my sister's wedding in December. Maybe then Lainy won't look so ridiculous in the pictures?

We'll see.

It's okay. It's no big deal. Her hair will grow back... Hopefully fast!