Sister Trust-Cut

I wasn't there for Birdie's first substantial haircut, as Daisy didn't tell me she planned to do it. Birdie was two and a half years old; Daisy was a confident four-year-old. It was the day before Easter. Earlier that morning, I caught Daisy taking a sample snip of Birdie's hair. I took the scissors away and gently told her to leave Birdie's hair alone. An hour later, a large chunk of Birdie's hair lay on the floor. This time, I grabbed the scissors (a different pair), threw them in the trashcan and pretty much screamed at Daisy, "Why did you do it?" Her fierce reply: "Because I'm good at it." Then, with a swatch of Birdie hair in my hand, I asked her sister, "Why did you let Daisy do it?" Her reply: "Daisy had a prize for me, if I was good and kept still." Great Clips evened the edges of Birdie's "Daisy Cut" and an Easter hat plopped on top the next day made for cute photos. That is how I learned: With a fierce belief in ability, many things can be accomplished--especially if your sister trusts you and trust comes backed with a bribe. Next time I visit Sis, I plan to bring the scissors. Maybe two pairs, in case Mom should catch me.