Monday is the root of all evil.
You know me and Monday. But not today, something happened today that caused so much laughter around here it would be hard to hate the day.
It was middle morning, around tenish. I was helping Izzy with probability in math while Max watched his favorite show, which stars his best friend, Calliou.
Partner this up. Little boy watching favorite TV show of little bald boy. Pair of scissors innocently lying on cocktail table. Mama in next room.
What is the probability of little boy deciding the scissors could help him look like best friend Calliou?
Short while later.
Mama sweeping floor to discover . . .
little boy's hair. Mama gasping at rooster crown and bald spot on top of little boy's head.
Mama screams - Max, did you cut your hair?
Proud little boy beams - I look li Ci-oo.
Isabela laughed and laughed. Then I pulled these babies out.
At around twenty months she played the probability game. Innocent scissors, mama in next room. What are the chances baby girl will chop huge hunks of her hair off and need an unexpected trip to the beauty shop?
gotta love those cheeks.
Finally, a decent Monday.