One night in mid February, I got up from reading to the kids on the couch and told Gavin I needed to trim his bangs. I asked him to meet me in the bathroom.
I got bath water running for Natalie and had Gavin hop up on the counter. I picked up my comb and ran it through his bangs. I paused. I combed his hair again and stared.
"Gavin, did you cut your hair?" I asked, shocked by his choppy short bangs.
"No," he said innocently several times.
I walked out to the kitchen and found the drawer with scissors open.
I walked back into the bathroom. Before I even said a word, he burst out sobbing.
"Timeout!" He wailed. "Timeout! I deserve a timeout!"
I stifled a laugh and made him look in the mirror.
I think the new haircut is punishment enough.
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