It finally happened.

You know, my intent was to post pictures of Easter, cupcakes, Dollywood, and the two 5K races Erin and I have ran and talk about how awesome all of those times were.  Instead I am going to be a Debbie Downer and tell you how one of my worst parenting nightmares has now come true.

I have never let Kenzie use a pair of scissors.  The reason is because I didn't want her to cut her hair like every little girl seems to do at one point during childhood.  A couple months ago, I received a proficiency report on how Kenzie was doing at school in just about every aspect that is preschool life.  She was graded "mastered", "can complete with assistance", or "needs improvement".  I was bursting with pride when almost every field (over 4 pages) was filled with "M"s for mastered.  The only things did not score an "M" on was something about staying on task while not talking (and who could I blame for that?  I mean, I'm kind of a chatterbox myself), willingness to try new foods (no shocker here), and ablility to cut on a straight line.

With scissors.

Well, of course she couldn't do that!  I had never stuck a pair of scissors in my three year old's hand; let alone teach her how to CUT things!  And maybe that's a little backward on my part.  I admit that.  But since then, they have been using scissors at school.  And I have been telling Kenzie how she is to only cut paper.  That's all.  Nothing else.

Especially hair.

We had a neighborhood yard sale on Saturday and Kenzie's hair was pulled back in a clip for the better part of the day.  Later she took a shower and after her hair had air-dried for awhile, I brushed it out.  This is what I saw.

Nothing super surprising at first, just a little. . .off.  Or something.  It just wasn't quite right.  Then:

This time I noticed that the bottom of her hair was virtually non-existent and I kind of started to hyperventilate.  I asked Kenzie when and who had cut her hair and she told me that she cut it at school on Friday but that it was an accident.  She showed me how she happened to have the scissors behind her head and accidentally happened to cut off 8+ inches.

Yes, over 8 inches.

I will spare you the details of how I nearly passed out and how Erin thought that it was totally the school's fault.  All I can really say is that this happened on Friday and we can't fix it until tomorrow (Tuesday) because Randy, my hair man, isn't open today.  You might not think it's that bad.  And that's what my friends and neighbors all tried to convince me of this weekend.  But when you brush it out and it looks like this:

You know something has to be done.  I intend to chronicle the hopefully-not-so-traumatic hair repair in pictures.  Kenzie is upset because she says that her long hair makes her a princess and I am upset because I tried so earnestly, so diligently to prevent this from happening.  I guess I should just be thankful that she didn't cut it all the way to the scalp (or really any shorter at all) and that she didn't hack from the front.  I mean, at least I can still put it in side pigtails (albeit thin ones) or a ponytail and people don't notice.  Or at least they pretend not to. . .