Sunday, July 8, 2012
Benny the Barber
Benny cut his sister's hair the other morning. I am only mildly surprised. Knowing Benny as I do, I assumed it was only a matter of time before he attempted to cut his own hair. I was slightly surprised that he decided to be Olivia's barber first. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised, he's a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them. Why not cut your little sister's hair--who was a willing participant--instead of your own?
I came downstairs from my shower and he greeted me with a pair of scissors and that naughty look I know so well. Never a good combination. The look clearly says I-know-I've-done-something-naughty-but-maybe-if-I-grin-at-you-winningly-you'll-forget-you-ever-saw-me. The look didn't work, but surprisingly I wasn't as mad as I thought I'd be.
"Benny, why did you cut your sister's hair?"
"It was in her face. She wanted it out of her face."
I trailed after him in a bit of a daze picking up clumps of hair as I went, like a bizarre Hansel and Gretel story in which Gretel ends up bald.
The damage wasn't really that bad, but I had been looking for an excuse for her first hair cut anyway. We tripped off to the barber and emerged with a slightly shorter and even hair cut for Olivia. Plus bangs, which I had no intention of having cut, but Benny's handiwork hadn't left us much of a choice.
Benny took a pair of scissors to a library book the next night. The dust jacket was the target of his creative genius. He informed me he accidentally cut it. Into a million tiny pieces. Accidentally, right. Obviously the scissors were becoming a problem. So now all of the scissors I own reside in the deli drawer in the fridge. I wonder how many other odd things will live behind that padlock until Benny get over... being Benny I suppose.
What must go through his mind? I tend to think he purposefully finds mischief with the goal of making me crazy in mind. I hope not though. I think he may be winning.