Picture this. Eugene & I are sitting in the kitchen area after our gym workout this morning when my phone beeps. It’s an email from Celine, my 9 year old daughter.
“Hay mum Blake just cut Dani’s hair so Dani and Blake went to their room.”
So, I’m thinking, ok, he’s probably just cut a clump or something. No biggie. Should be easy to fix. So I reply:
“I’ll deal with it when i get home. Love Mum”
So… imagine our shock when we got home to see this:
Yes. That’s right. ALL of her curly shoulder length hair was gone! Eugene hit the roof and send Blake to his room for the second time that morning (Nana had already sent him to his room for cutting Dani’s hair and he’d only just come out when we got home). It was for his own safety since Daddy was close to wanting to smack him for that. Once his temper had cooled, Eugene then made a phone call to the hair dresser who did Celine’s purple streaks and booked Dani in for an emergency cut.
Thank goodness for hairdressers! She was able to fit us in within the hour and we took Dani in to get her hair tidied up professionally. After a discussion with us, the hairdresser turned Blake’s disastrous cut into a beautiful pixie cut. It really suits Dani’s face and as a silver lining, it means Dani doesn’t need to brush her hair again for a really long time which is something she REALLY hates doing anyway.