Reia was the perfect toddler and preschooler. You could change her path of action with “the look”. She ill-prepared me for child #2 who stares down “the look” while contemplating if a spanking is worth what ever it is she wants to do.

The answer is almost always and emphatically…yes, yes it is.

So, when I came home last night from a party across the street, Terry informed me I needed to go look at my daughter. But, oh yeah, before that, look on the counter.

On the counter was a ziploc baggie about half full of hair. Reese’s long, naturally highlighted light brown tresses. My face turned white as I walked into view the damage.

There she sat in the bathtub. Most of the hair on the left side of her head was gone.

“I was in trouble, Mommy.”

I just sat there and thought, you have no idea. I tried to be so mad. The she smiled at me. And dang it all, I couldn’t help but laugh. I turned around of course, but she had already seen me cave. Too late.

The pictures I post on here don’t quite turn out big enough, so here are the pics Terry posted on his flickr. Enjoy! or Share my pain. Whatever.

Happy Monday, y’all!

PS Reia did the same thing when she was 3. I should have been waiting for it, right?