This past weekend I had the children's hair cut. By professionals. Since I've acknowledged my inability to successfully trim anything other than finger- and toenails.
After much hemming and hawing, one of the stylists convinced me that since Elizabeth's bangs were so close to growing out, I should just let them be. Even though it drives me crazy that her hair is always in her face and she won't keep in any of the cute little bows and headbands that I carefully put in, each morning.
But after some careful consideration, it didn't seem to me that her bangs were really that close to growing out. And even when they do, they'll still be hanging in her face because she won't keep anything in her hair. So yesterday, as my little daughter is walking her lunch tray to the counter, and she's got peanut butter and jelly smeared across her cheek and she's stumbling and tripping and generally bumping in to everything in her path, I grabbed her, swung her up on the counter and before I could even process what I was doing - I snatched my kitchen shears and lopped off a handful of hair.
Charlie stared in shock and then gasped, "JEN! You just spent MONEY to have her hair cut! Now look what you've DONE!!" And I responded, "I know. I KNOW! But doesn't she look better?!"
"Children will mimic what they learn because they learn what they live."
Alrighty then. Would someone please remind me of this little incident when I can't figure out why my children lack impulse control?