If I didn't cut his hair and you didn't cut his hair......

It's Friday the 9th of March and Elana has picked Noah up at daycare. I get a text a little while later asking "did you cut his hair?" which I know really wasn't a real question, as anyone who knows me would know that with my shaky hands that would just be a dangerous undertaking. "He looks like his hair was cut. Noah says he did
Hmmm. Another strike for daycare. I guess they didn't notice that Noah had someone got some safety scissors and done a little Salon magic on himself. Thankfully, Elana texted me some photos right away, or else I am sure I would have fallen over laughing when I saw him, which clearly would not have been the right way to go under the parenting rules.





My fave. Love the missing chunk in the middle.



Oops!





That's not swept over, there really is a bunch of hair  that is just plain gone!



My handsome young man.

 

So, after a number of days of trying to convince Noah that a brush cut would totally rock, we settled on just a haircut so he could keep the fashionable style he likes.

 "Mommy, I like my hair flat. Leave it flat, mommy!"

Thankfully, we have an awesome hairdresser named Asna who did an amazing job.

Now back to daycare.
This is the third incident in about a month with Noah, so either he is a Jekyll/Hyde who is a perfect boy at school and a ringleader at daycare, or daycare doesn't give a lot of supervision to the kids.

Other incidents: apparently Noah led another girl to a room they weren't supposed to go to that wasn't supervised and then got more of the kids to come... but my favourite is:

The Noah and Angela bathroom story. In this story (which Noah makes me recount to him time and time again, even though I wasn't there and he is the protaganist), he an Angela went to the bathroom at the same time. After doing their business, they decided -apparently led by Noah- that they should use their hands to take all the water out of all three toilets and put the water all over the floor. They did that, then realized Noahs socks were wet, then went to Noahs bin to get him new dry socks, changed, put his wet socks in his cubby (in a whole other part of the daycare) and came back to the washroom before a teacher came to find out what was going on. Needless to say, they had to help clean up the mess and on pickup mommy was told of Noah's rebellious behaviour. One more story for the wedding toast at his wedding : )