Close Shave

Last week, I gave in and let Daughter 2 and her bestie experience one of my most treasured childhood memories:  I let them cut Barbie's hair.  When I was a child, I used to love to cut hair.  However, I didn't have permission to cut Barbie's hair when I was a child, so I normally crawled under my bed to cut her hair and my mom would find the evidence at a later date when she was cleaning my room.  I opted to be the cool mom, though, and when they asked permission to give Barbie a new 'do, I said yes.  

My apologies, Barbie!

It wasn't until later that day, after Bestie went home, that I discovered Barbie sporting her new 'do on the piano with a razor next to her.  Yes.  I said razor.

I asked Daughter 2 what she was doing with my razor on the piano.  Immediately, she threw Bestie (and Daughter 1!) to the wolves.  "It wasn't my fault, momma!  Bestie went into your shower and got it.  But it didn't work on Barbie.  Plus, we didn't even try to shave our legs.
Daughter 1 did, though!"  Heaven help us should she go into covert operations!  She'd sing like a canary, I tell ya!

"But how did Bestie know where my razor was?"  I countered.

"We've been in your bathroom before, Momma."  Daughter 2 announced flippantly.  And it was true.  They had been in my bathroom before.  In fact, just earlier that day, they popped into my bathroom (with me sitting right there on the thrown) to ask if they could cut Babie's hair!  No place is sacred for a momma!

Later on that evening, we had Bestie with us as we went out and I said, "Oh, Bestie!  What did you guys do with my razor?"  I knew I could get her to tell me the brutal, bold-faced truth without hesitation.

"We tried to shave Barbie's hair, but it didn't work," she started.  So far so good, but this was what Daughter 2 had told me.  There had to be more... and there was.

"Then Daughter 1 tried to shave her legs, but she said it burned so she stopped," she continued to spill.  "So Daughter 2 and I didn't try to shave our legs because we don't want it to burn."  Good girls.  Lesson learned.

And she continued.  "Then Daughter 2 and I decided that you and my mom need to start shaving your bottoms."

Bottoms?  Umm... This was not where I expected this confession to go!

"You and my mom have hairy bottoms in the front and since you have razors, why don't you do something about them being too hairy?"

The Dad, who had been silently driving this whole time, shifted his eyes in my direction and said, "Well, answer her!"

Maybe she was too brutal and bold-faced with her honesty...