“Danielle!!!”

“Yes?”

“Who is missing some hair?”

These are the problems we face in the Scroggins household on a day to day basis.  Tonight, it was a chunk of blonde hair in the sink, which we narrowed down to my 6-year-old.  He decided that a few hairs were out of place, and took it upon himself to fix that.  Sadly, this is the second time we’ve had this issue, and I have the kindergarten pictures to prove it.  I know I’m not the only one with a wacky hair story.

What’s yours?  And how did you fix the new “do?”