Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting with The Princess on the couch, looked over at her face and realized… half her right eyebrow is gone. WHAT?!?
Immediately, I ask what happened.
“I don’t know.”
I asked what she did.
“I don’t know.”
When did this happen?
“I don’t know.”
It ended up in a one mom version of “good-cop-bad-cop” (yes, I played both roles). I asked if she did it or if someone else did it to her. She said she didn’t know. She was eventually getting teary puddly eyes saying to me, “Mom! I swear! I’m TELLING YOU THE TRUTH! I don’t KNOW!” Even when I said that there would be no chocolate cake for little girls who wouldn’t tell mommy what happened, she was pretty adamant that she didn’t know what happened.
I finally explained to her that I was not going to be mad if she would just tell me what really happened. That when people don’t tell that truth, it upsets me more than what the truth could be. That finally pulled the story out: She had stood on the side of the bath on her tiptoes to reach my razor which is way up high in the shower… and for some reason, shaved her eyebrow.
She’s LUCKY. She really could’ve gotten hurt (in fact, Stepson did this when he was a toddler – got ahold of his mother’s razor – cut his scalp in numerous places – ended up needing stitches). And she’s also lucky that she’s blonde and her eyebrows are fairly light and this really isn’t TOO noticeable.
But. Oy. What on earth was my girl thinking?!
My heart beat exgtra fast as I Read this. Ugh.
Thank goodness she didn’t get hurt! Oy…kids.
Makes you wonder if she thought you wouldn’t notice…
I know it’s a serious matter, but the whole conversation is really funny.