All right, real quick, one last irrational fear. Back in the good old days when I had a great job, Ava used to go to a home based daycare, Miss Fern. And every now and then, I would have a nightmare that Fern would cut Ava's hair, and give her BANGS. Now, obviously, babysitter's don't usually make a habit of cutting kids' hair, at least not without discussing it with the mama first. BUT, I really hate BANGS, and I'm a crazy person, so this was something I worried about.
So today, we were over at a friend's house. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I have made a friend! AND, I went over there in sweat pants and a teeshirt, with no makeup on. She's THAT sort of friend! Anyway, I'm sure you can see where the story is going.
Ava let her friend cut her hair. And yes...she now has BANGS! BANGS! I'm literally wailing the word right now, BANGS!!!! It's horrifying! Absolutely horrifying, I'm absolutely devastated. I KNOW it's just hair, and that in a few months it will grow out, but it's BANGS ya'll. BANGS. And let's be honest, it's gonna take at least six months to go grow three inches. And what the heck am I supposed to do with it until then? Blow dry it back? She's afraid of the blow dryer. Headbands? Maybe, but it's too short for that right now!
And I just spent a small fortune on HUGE southern girl bows, the big ones ya'll. And now my daughter has BANGS.