Next, she cuts her own hair while I am on the phone with my dad and cleaning up a dog pee (not Sadie's) on our rug downstairs.
At least I caught her before she turned it into an even bigger mullet.
Actually, now that I really look at it, she did a pretty good job. Maybe I can give her back the scissors to taper out the sides and whack off my nerves all in the same five minutes.
Have mercy, this girl is something else. With bangs.