Disasters

Faiths Frantic Antics

The children came home from their Dad’s a week last Monday after their half-term break away in Wales.

I spent most of the day running around the house getting everything spotless right before a stampede of wild brutes invaded my home hammering through the front door along with 2 special visitors (their Granddad and Auntie).

I must admit I missed my crazy, noisy kids but also enjoyed the solitude and peace of just having my two youngest children to contend with – 3 if I count my partner (shh, don’t tell him I said that!).

I made sure I had some wine left in the fridge just in case there were any mishaps along the way.

I was expecting a demeanour of bad behaviour after I received a lovely phone call on the Sunday night, the day before the kids returned from being with their Dad.

It went a bit like this:

Mr D:Faith has done something you’re not going to be happy about.’

Me: ‘OK that doesn’t sound reassuring. What’s happened?’

Mr D:Wyatt just ran in crying….. Faith cut his hair.’

Me:What! How bad is it?’

Mr D: ‘He’s got a bald spot on the top of his head!’


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My darling daughter expressed her love for hair dressing for a short while and sliced what he seemed to describe as a trench into her brothers hair. A BLOODY BALD SPOT. As I sat in disbelief after this phone call, I thought surely it couldn’t be that bad, right?

When he returned home and gave me a cuddle, I saw there was no way of fixing his hair (believe me I tried). The only way I could conceivably fix it was to give him a skin head, but there was no way I wanted to give him one of those – I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I dare not think what the other kids in school say to him about it.


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His hair a week after the incident – still visible

When I spoke to Faith about why she did this, she confessed that Wyatt wanted it done. I had two conflicting stories emanating from both of them. I guess I’ll never know which one is telling the truth.

On the brighter side, at least Faith knows what she wants to be when she’s older. She may need some extra practice though, and not to use her little brother as a experiment along the way.

 

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-Zoe

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