It all started as a quiet (that should have been my first clue that something was terribly wrong) trip upstairs to pack for a long anticipated (poor Duane) boat excursion.  I had left the girls downstairs cutting up paper, as they've done so many times (I'm sure most of you know what's coming up)  In fact, the last thing I said was, "What do you cut with scissors?"  The reply I got was, "Paper."  Satisfied, I marched up the steps to pack the girls suitcases.

 

10 minutes later, I went downstairs and noticed it was very quiet.  As I walked by the guest bathroom, I saw hair, great gobs of it, on the floor.  As I began to register what had happened, I prayed, "Please let it be the doll."  When I saw the doll with her full head of split ends, I realized with great shock that the scissors were used for more than cutting paper!

 

Calling out, "Maddie, Sammie!" in a mad frenzy, I ran through the house searching for the scissored wonders!  Nowhere to be found.  I opened the back door and saw Maddie.  As soon as I called her name, she started crying and Sammie said, "Let's hide."  And she ran to the trailer and hid while Maddie just stood there and cried.  She got her bangs pretty good, but her hair didn't have to go through too drastic of a cut.

 

Sammie, on the other hand. . .  When I calmed down Maddie and found Sammie on the back berth of the camper, with the scissors on one end and her hiding under the closet on the other, like a crime scene out of a bad dream. I realized I'd have to tip Melinda the stylist very generously for Sammie's next haircut.

 

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All I can say is, I'm glad I got their pictures taken when we did, because Sammie's beautiful white blond hair is gone now.  After much consultation among the 5 stylists working that day, a spiked haircut was the consensus.  All the other stylists agreed, they were glad we were Melinda's clients.  I really felt for Melinda.  She kept cutting and cutting and cutting and cutting, finally getting out the clippers she uses when she cuts Duane's hair.  Still, she could not even out all the damage Sammie had done, but she had to stop. "Is this the most difficult haircut you've ever given?" I asked Melinda.  All she could do was shake her head yes.  She says it may look somewhat normal by Christmas!     

 

To me, Sammie looks like Susan Powter of "Stop the insanity" fame.  Someone commented that she looks like Tinkerbell.  I'm glad she has a closetful of dresses because that's the only way you can tell she's a girl.  We keep calling her, "the son we never had," or "Maddie's little brother."  Maddie's even renamed Sammie "Colby."  Don't worry Coleen and Brian, you can have the name back when the real Colby arrives.  At any rate, it hasn't bothered Sam in the least.  She isn't upset about her lack of hair at all.  Me, I'm still sick about it, but it does make a pretty funny story, especially if you know Sammie.

Oh yeah, the scissors are hidden in a place where even I don't know where they're at.  Duane says we'll never see them again.