When she was born, my brother took one look at her and said .... "Now, there is a middle child." My middle child is a handful. My first born is nearly perfect. My third child, the baby, is not mobile and quite content. I write about the middle one often because I need to vent and this is a great outlet. It is between writing or screaming.
Sometimes I do both...
We were done playing school, we finished painting pumpkins, we had a snack, we washed the windows together, and then it happened. Boredom struck. Lola grabbed her blond Polly Pocket and confirmed that she needed a haircut, "She's hair is too long." Lola, you need to say HER. Her hair is too long. "Her hair is too long, I will cut it." No, you will not cut it. If you cut it - I will never again buy you another Polly Pocket. "That is fine. That is my choice then, I will cut her hair." Okay, if that is your choice. you can cut her hair, but you will never get another Polly Pocket, ever again in your life. "Okay. I will never get a Polly Pocket again. That is my choice"
CUT, CUT, CUT the blond wisps fall onto our kitchen bench. Lola looks up, surveying my face.
Lola, are you happy with your choice? There are so many cute Polly Pockets at Target. There is the Cinderella Polly, the Beauty and the Beast Polly, and so many other ones that YOU WILL NEVER have. Ever. "Yes, I am happy with my choice. it is my choice. She needs a haircut."
CUT. CUT. CUT. More wisps fall onto the bench. She does not even look up for a minute as she feverishly cuts away the blond hair.
She is so not ever getting another flipping Polly Pocket. Ever. I will make it my life mission to make sure she never gets to hold a new Polly Pocket package. I will never buy her Polly Pocket anything - not even "Race to the Mall" (which she really wants) - don't even try buying her one Uncle Mike. We are now a Polly Pocket-free zone.
4classy comments:
Haha! Love it! My younger sister used to cut her Barbie's hair down to stubble and then color it with magic markers. All of her Barbie's had pink and purple crew cuts!
I used to cut my doll's hair, and my mom's attitude was" Fine, but I will not replace it once you've ruined it."
I played with nearly bald dolls for quite awhile.
It's never too early to pull out the Santa card. Luckily Caroline's not cutting her own hair...yet!
P.S. I still remember that childhood phone number as if it were yesterday.
Love you nata. I remember yours too.
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