Ginger strikes again... I'm getting very weary...

[Jennifer Piersol]

*sigh*

Remember when we were talking about no-hair scissors?

Well, let me preface my story with this: we do NOT own a pair.

I knew it would happen.  I'm sure I even mentioned it the last 
time... I KNEW IT!

Ginger was in her room (not nap time, surprisingly), and I was 
making lunch.  No problem so far.  Well, I'd forgotten to gate off 
the bathroom (usually keep her out because of the cat box, sharp 
things, and medicine), and wouldn't you know, as soon as I went back 
to her room to collect her for lunch, I passed the bathroom and saw 
her there, towel around her shoulders like at the hair cutting place 
(refuse to call it a beauty parlor), my haircutting scissors in her 
hands, and a HUGE clump of her already sparse hair on the floor.  

*sigh*

It's bad enough that now she has a big ol' chunk missing, but her 
hair is very fine and thin, and it took her 2 years to get it thick 
enough to wear in clips... and it's JUST reaching her shoulders!  
ARGH!

Jen (who knows that in 10 years she'll be wishing for toddlerhood 
again, but just wishes right now that Ginger were NOT terribly two!)

P.S.  Thank you all for tolerating my rants concerning 
stay-at-home-motherhood... I really appreciate being able to tell 
you my stories.  I hope they entertain you enough to pay for the 
privilege (sp?).