Beauty Queen

I think that every mom's worst fear is hearing from the other room a situation that is something like this.

Scream scream scream, swat, "hold still Drew I need to cut your hair." Scream scream swat....

Jason told me to hide the scissors. After our trip to the salon, she would want to try. She didn't have scissors. She had her play plyers. She cornered me on the bed for a haircut and ohhhh did it hurt. My hair kept getting caught in the pivot thingy. Tonight after her hair was dried, I needed to get my hair done. As you can see, she needs practice. Any willing volunteers????