Tonight while I finished up some work on the computer, the girls stood on each side of me on little stools brushing my hair and styling it with bows and hair ties. Even though I was battling hair tugs, I still managed to stay completely focused on sending some invoices and emailing ship date messages. So focused, that I was oblivious to the fact that Addy had hopped down from her stool, disappeared to her room only to return with a pair of scissors in hand. Yep, I heard the snip of scissors just above my ear and an immediate burst of nausea set in. I am guessing that the look I gave Addy as I pulled out a chunk of freshly snipped hair must have been pretty good as she immediately started crying and screaming, "I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to! I want to go to Nana and Papa's house!"