A Stylist?

Today something happened at our house that I prayed never would. Everybody said it was bound to happen with three children, but I just knew that mine knew better. Well, today Drew proved me wrong. It was a snow day today and so there was a lot of crafting going on at the dining room table. I walked away from the table for a moment as I wanted to look at a dog on the ARL website whose story I read about in the paper. Ashton and I were looking at the website on the computer and Drewby walked in and said, "Well, I cut my hair." I was shocked, which made him feel really embarrassed, making me feel bad. Of course, the first thing I did was call Andrew and my mom and then began trying to even it out the best that I could. He was horrified and did not want to go to a true stylist. He just kep saying, "I just want you to hold me." He is the sweetest little guy EVER! He looks silly, but it could have been worse. He cut off a huge chunk of his bangs, pretty much to the scalp. Luckily with his curls, I can blend it a bit. I hope and pray this is the last time this will take place in our house, but I could be surprised again. Ugh. The hair will grow back, but I am still wondering if I will even get the craft glitter off of my dining room table. ;)