I got home late Sunday from the trip and my kids were asleep. I went to work Monday morning and only saw them briefly that morning. I got home Monday night and, after some play time and stuff, set about catching up on the ever-increasing honey-do list. I noticed Junior was hiding behind the big comfy chair, not uncommon for her and The Second to disappear behind the chair for a bit.
A bit later, she was out and running around. I look at the Mrs. and say Did Junior get a haircut? She tells me no. I said Hmm, looks like she did. I’m assured she did not. A few minutes later, the Mrs. says Oh my god, what did you do to your hair?
Apparently, while behind the comfy chair, she had a pair of scissors and was cutting the front of her hair. Boy, was the Mrs. pissed. She could have chewed some aluminum and crapped nails. I thought fireballs were going to come out of her eyes. I briefly felt sorry for Junior.
Lesson learned: let me know when the kids have scissors, which will now be in approximately never.