Bad Hair Days

Well, I've always known this day would come. I put on a movie and went into my bedroom for a much-needed nap. Rebecca was innocently cutting up a piece of scratch paper. When I awoke, there were snips of hair in two different colors on the floor and couch. Interestingly, the only damage Becca did was to trim the hair that frames her face to half its original length. It actually looks good that way!! Emily was not so lucky, and that's sad cause she has fine hair like mine, so there's not much there to hide the patches where her hair is only 1/2 inch long! So we've got two butchered older daughters (they claim that each did her own coiffe), a baby with a bald spot on the back of her head and a comb-over on top, and me with handfulls of hair falling out daily (a side effect of having recently given birth). Ben's the only one who has every strand in place.