Learning

TTT and I were sitting at the dining room table. I noticed Layla's hair was disheveled so I ran my fingers through it when I noticed it. Her hair had been cut. Her bangs specifically.

"Baby, who cut your hair?" I asked. Not again. Yes, her hair had been in need of a haircut, but we were going to ask Aunt Julie if she would cut them again.

"Nobody," she said.

"Mommy, I didn't cut the baby's hair. I don't cut anybody's hair anymore," Jory stated proudly.

"Good, Jory. We don't cut anyone's hair." After two "haircuts", my baby boy seemed to finally get it. We don't cut other people's hair. Short haired people can't be trusted around people with longer hair.

"Mom, did you cut the baby's hair?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was bothering me," she replied blasely.

"You didn't cut her hair evenly. And I was going to ask Julie to cut her bangs," I said.

Oma walked into the room. "Oh, I didn't cut them evenly did I?"

"No."

"Well, she never stays still. But I like her with short bangs she looks like Uma Thurman."

I'm still in amazement that Kill Bill made such an impression on my mom that she not only knows who Uma is, but what type of bangs she has. I don't think I'll get over that one. But hopefully next time, she feels like cutting my baby's hair, my baby will be old enough to say, "Let's wait to Mommy gets home, Oma." And Oma sits down the scissors.