Mama Said There'd be Days Like This....

"Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this my mama said."

WARNING:

Do not come to my house.  I will not answer the door.  For the foreseeable future I will not be cleaning, cooking, laundering, sweeping, folding or otherwise picking up in any way, shape or form.  And don't call, either.  I will be sitting in a chair, staring at my little destruct-o girl to make sure she doesn't get into any mischief.  If I could find a horse weight, I would tether her to it and plop it in the middle of an empty room so I could get things done.  Alas, I haven't found a horse weight in our little town - and yes, I have looked!

BECAUSE...

I think Leslie has decided to be a hairdresser and she's been practicing.  Last week she cut her hair and it looked like this...

It was bad but I was able to trim it up a bit and she only kind-of looked like a scarecrow.  She still kind of looked like a girl so that was a plus.

Then, today, I was sitting in the living room when I heard Christopher scream, "No, Leslie, don't cut with the scissors.  (I had just barely gotten off a two minute phone call and before that I was washing dishes.  It's not like I was neglecting her or anything.)  I ran into the family room and found this...

and this ... 

and this ...

and this ... 

and this ... 

and this ...

and this ...

Unfortunately my hairdresser is out of town so I called one of the other salons in town.  After the hairdresser said hello I said, "Um... my three year old got a hold of the scissors."  That statement was met with a huge burst of laughter.  It's quite possible that my little future hairdresser will end up with a buzz cut at the salon tomorrow afternoon.  It took us three years to get the little bit of hair she had.  It'll take forever for her to look like a little girl again.

Oh, and just in case you were wondering, Leslie's other hobbies today include, but are not limited to...

1.  dumping a bottle of beads on the kitchen floor

2.  pulling out the drawers of her dresser and dumping all the clothes on the floor.

3.  poking herself in the eye with an OPEN glow stick

4.  peeing on her bedroom floor

5.  playing in the toilet because she wanted to "clean her hands"

It's probably a good thing I don't drink because I would have gone on a bender today, for sure.  I did, however, eat my weight in fruit snacks, m&ms, sweet pickles and big marshmallows... and I don't even like marshmallows.

(And please, be kind and don't tell me to put the scissors away.  She is very handy with a stool and can climb.)