I was home alone with the kids on Saturday night when I saw them.
My heart started racing.
It was the the two things I fear most.
Not axe murderers or scary looking spiders.
Those I could've deftly removed with a few swift Ninja kicks thanks to the Crazy Bitch Boxing classes I've been going to.
Nope, these two things fill me with paralysing fear whenever I find them together.
It usually means my dreams of having a little girl with Rapunzel like tresses have once again been quashed.
Seriously Jordy? Like you haven't been the victim of enough dodgy haircuts, you're now resorting to doing your own like a modern day Edwina Scissorhands.
Here's a quick recap of the last 3 years of your life.
The first time I discovered a little hair trail in the hallway I assumed (yes, that makes me an ass) that the Barbies had gotten a make over.
Your lovely big sister had lopped off all of your golden baby curls.
Then there was the time I was trimming your fringe and you moved.
Told you not to move.
Eventually that fringe fail grew out and your hair was finally long enough to tie back.
So your thoughtful sister decided it must be getting in your eyes and lopped it all off again.
Fast forward to now.
The fringe had finally grown out AGAIN and I could braid your hair - woo hoo!
Until Saturday night when you took it upon yourself to hackity hack into your hair.
Is a mullet the 'in' do at kindy? Ugh.
But all is not lost.
Lucky for you, your mother has a bad habit of buying random things on the internet (Korean Wigs ON SPECIAL only $9! I needs me some of those)...
Meet my new daughter, Rapunzel.