hair cut

one day this week brooke asked if she could do some stickers. we got out paper and stickers, and i suggested she take the scissors also. as usual, brooke sat quietly at the kitchen table and did her "art" while i was busy doing something in the kitchen. she finished, went outside to play, kevin came home, i was cleaning up the table for dinner and that's when i saw it - strands of brooke's hair. i couldn't believe it. when brooke came inside, we had a little conversation:

me: brooke, how did strands of your hair get on this placemat?

brooke: i cut them with the scissors.

me: why would you do that?

brooke: because that's what the lady and the man do when i get a hair cut.

me: true, but do you know that the lady and the man went to school to learn how to cut hair? did you go to school to learn how to cut hair?

brooke: yes.

me: gee, i must have missed that phase of your life.

brooke: smile.

me: don't ever do this again. you won't like the way it looks if you do.

thankfully, you can't even tell where she cut her hair. a little experimentation, no major disaster :)