Salon Day 3

I noticed a few days ago that Justin's hair seemed to be wilder than normal, but didn't think too much of it at first.  Then I noticed that the front of Norah's hair seemed to by lying across her face in a way that just seemed different.  Another day passed before I confronted them with my suspicions.

Me: "Justin, did you cut your hair?"
Justin: "No Momma."
Me: "Justin, where did Norah cut your hair for you?"
Justin: "Right here!"  As he shows me the side of his head.

Me: "Norah, did you cut your hair?"
Norah: "No Mommy."
Me: "Norah, can you show me where you cut your hair?"
Norah: "Right here!"  As she pulled the front of her hair forward to reveal a missing a chunk.

Apparently it's all about asking the right question.

Jeff and I were not surprised by this turn of events and were frankly shocked that we had not yet experienced this right of passage with them already.  Both of us hid our amusement as best we could, taking away a few privileges and confiscating the scissors.  Yesterday I took them to have their hair cut professionally.  Neither were happy with me, especially Norah since we had worked so hard all year on growing out her bangs.  She refused to let me take any pictures and frowned at me the whole time.  As they both complained and cried about having to get their hair cut I suggested that if they wanted to avoid going to the salon in the future, that they should refrain from cutting their own hair.