i fell asleep this morning after the kids left for school, and was awaked by the harsh ring of our telephone (and the equally harsh sound of foxxi barking madly). peter was on the line – i could tell he wasn’t happy.

apparently, his hair had been getting into his eyes, so he whipped out his scissors and hacked it off in front.

“are you upset? do you look look freaky?” i asked.

“no… and yes,” he answered.

“well, the classroom isn’t a salon. the teacher probably thought you were being disruptive.”

“i just wanted it out of the way.”

“but you’re not feeling bad or anything.”

“no.”

i have to admit i didn’t think it was a huge deal, since he was trying to solve a problem, not get attention. i told him that next time he’s feeling shaggy, he should let us know so we can take him to a professional.

good thing he called. as it was, i had about 25 minutes to shower, get dressed, make coffee and go to work. i could have easily slept another hour.

as soon as i had an opportunity, i called our stylist and prayed that he had an opening today. (he did. yay.) he seemed to find the dilemma amusing. we’re both pretty curious to see the damage.