On a totally different note; this hair of Hana really had to go. It’s been there since birth. Some of it curls, some of it doesn’t. It’s got about 17 different lengths, 21 if you count after the time she got her hands on the scissors and did some creative hair dressing herself. So I’ve been discussing cutting her hair for some time. Her dad does not agree, but he’s got little say in the matter. The one that did object – and she did it very sly – was Marissa, the housekeeper. She could not object outright, as she is only a working member of the household. So she somehow got it into Hana’s head that cutting hair was very, very, very ‘dangerous’. Whenevr I brought up the subject, I would hear, “No no no, is very dangerous” from Hana.
We went this weekend anyway. I tried the local hair dresser. He had to let us go; If the shop windows were made of crystal, she’d have shattered them with her shrill piercing cry. I did finally get the barber to give it a try. Tears all over the place, but her hair did get organized somehow. I kept the curls.
Before the hair cut
At the barber
Could have been worse . . .
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