One should not cut one’s daughter’s hair when one is suffering from a sore shoulder due to being wrenched on the SkyTrain, is bleary with lack of sleep, still sniffling over a cold, starving hungry and said-toddler is convinced that you need to eat the pea that she is so patiently holding out to you and trying to shove into your mouth.
At that moment, one should say to oneself, “Put down the scissors. The haircut can wait a day.”
But no. You pick up the scissors and start to cut In retrospect, one should simply be thankful that no blood was shed. However, the wee child now has abysmally crooked bangs. Even cute barrettes and ponytail holders do not detract from the sad state of affairs. At that point, one should simply quit while one is ahead.
One should not – I repeat, should NOT – keep cutting the bangs in an effort to somehow make them become straight. Because one’s toddler-child will end up with bangs about 5cms long and still crooked.
I’m just saying.
