I walked out of my bedroom to find a rather large chunk of dark hair on the living room floor. Maggie was standing close by with a pair of scissors - and her hair looked slightly changed. Some would say it had a madwoman look to it.
Me- Maggie, did you cut your own hair?
Maggie - No.
Me - I'm going to ask you again. Did you cut your own hair?
Maggie - Yes, Mama.
Me- Don't ever cut your hair again or I'll take Fuzzy(her beloved blanket) away for a long, long time and don't lie when I ask you something. I'm glad you fessed up, but you shouldn't have said no the first time. Do you understand me?
Maggie - Yes, Mama. And I accept your apology.
Hum. That didn't go as planned.