Beauty School Dropout

So it is Sunday. Life is quiet in the Merritt house. LB & Kay are playing in Kay's room. I had just setted on the couch to read a magazine. B was getting is bag ready for practice tomorrow. Suddenly B calls me loudly from Kay's room. I walk in to find three piles of this.



Seems the art scissors I purchased for Kay yesterday that were in a drawer in her room had been found and used by her to trim her hair. I use trim lightly. It was a definate cutting.

She is now ready to go on tour with an 80's cover band.





Can you tell how upset she is about this?

When asked why she did it she said "Well, my hair was dust in my eyes."