As some of you may have already read, on Sunday I gave Ana a god awful home-made haircut (it put the “home” in homely) and boy was she pissed!

Who’s mommy’s pretty girl?

You can read that sad story here.

Anyway, I’ve since noticed a little “backlash”.  It started subtly enough.  She was really mean to her playdate on Monday, saying things like “You can’t play with my toys”, “You’re not my friend anymore”, and the most ridiculous one:

“I don’t like your hair!” Really Ana?

Her friend was all like, “Bitch! Did you just go there?! Oh hell no!” (Preschooler to Street Talk translation)

On Tuesday, Collin discovered something disturbing in Ana’s dollhouse….

Yes- the whole doll family, except the little blonde girl (go figure), was shoved into this wardrobe and then taped up, I assume to prevent escape.  Is she sending us a message?  Oh lord, I hope she’s at least providing them with food and water.

Then on Wednesday, she approached me like this…

Is that shit?

OMG! Did she just smear crap on her hands and now she’s threatening to touch me with it? WTF?! So ran behind the kitchen island, putting a possible shit blockade between us, and I yelled  “What is that? What’s on your hands?”

Girlfriend knew exactly what she was doing.  She laughed and said “Oh mommy! hahaha It’s just brown marker.” -talking to me like I was the crazy one!

Well yesterday, it all came to an ugly head…

Collin needed a haircut, so I told Ana that we were going to the hair salon and Shit. Hit. The. Fan!

She threw a fit and refused to get in the car.  Long story short, the stand off ended with me carrying her to the car (without her shoes on) and strapping her in her carseat while she spewed verbal venom everywhere:

“I don’t like you. I don’t like your shirt.  And I don’t like your face!”

and then,for good measure, she threw in:

“And I don’t like any colors of the rainbow either!”

What does that even mean?  She had clearly lost her mind.

When we arrived at the salon, I was surprised that she settled down.  Ok, that’s not entirely true, at first she laid on their bench screaming for a professional haircut.  After promising her she could get one tomorrow at a super cool salon (Kids Kuts), then she settled down.

I am so hopeful that, after today’s haircut, this ugliness will be behind us.  I was going to end this post by promising never to cut her hair again, but we both know that would be a lie.