
Last Friday, January sixteenth, I was working in the kitchen when Goldie came running in. This is not unusual as she often runs wherever she goes.

She ran to the scissor drawer and got out a pair of scissors. This also is not unusual. She often feels the desire to cut some paper or another and we have allowed her that privilege.

As I recall, she did give me a funny look and I think I said, "It's okay, you can cut something. It is after all Josiah I don't entirely trust not her. So she ran off to her room and remained there for quite awhile. Also not unusual. The majority of their toys are in there.

I must have been preparing lunch, because I do remember calling her to come...several times. Her slow response was very unusual. Finally, after I demanded, she hid herself around the bathroom door jam, peeking out. I looked at her and told her to come now.

Reluctantly, she joined us at the table. It took me a minute to realize that some of her hair was missing. It was not a usual moment. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry or be angry. I was disappointed that I no longer can trust her with the scissors. She must now ask before she gets them out.
Needless to say, we made an unplanned trip to Tazewell to have the aesthetics of Goldie's locks more pleasing. Here are the pictures.








