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It was only a matter of time

All of my kids have done it at least once.

Sometimes to themselves, sometimes to one another.

The first time it happened, I cried.

Today, I sighed, looked at the damage, and went on with the conversation I was having with a friend who was over for lunch.

At least she brought me this and didn't try to hide the evidence like some of her siblings. This, by the way, is not all of the damage. This is all she brought to me.

I don't think we can try and blend this one in. This is going to be a constant reminder that a 2 year old alone in the classroom can get into much mischief. Oh, and she wasn't alone. There happened to be a total of six other kids in there with her, none of whom seemed to notice the naughtiness going on right under their noses.

That is not a tear of remorse. Oh, no. That is only that "beauty shop" ended earlier than she anticipated.

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  1. Jamie JoMay 9, 2013 at 4:55 PM

    Awwwwww, love the tear on her face!!

    (not the tears on mama's though)

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  2. KarenMay 10, 2013 at 11:56 AM

    hahahaha. Big smile here. Super cute post and pics.

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  3. KrisMay 10, 2013 at 4:24 PM

    That last picture caption made me laugh! That's one thing my daughter never tried to do - she "trimmed" plenty of doll hair, but never her own. And then the boys have no interest. My SIL, however, has two girls who have both done it more than once! I think, like so many things that boys get into, that it SEEMS like a good idea at the time, until you are in hte midst of it!

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