The Blue Bubblegum Mohawk

This morning at 6:15 a.m. my bathroom light turned on. It woke me up. I sleepily asked who turned it on. It was Ethan. I said, groggy and annoyed, "Ethan, what are you doing?" He replied, "I'm cutting gum out of my hair!" Not the kind of project you want to wake up to. "Ethan, put the scissors down and I'll help you get the gum out in five minutes. I need to wake up first! Give me a minute." I quickly get my whits about me and stumble out of bed to my bathroom. I thought this would be just a wad of gum in one place in his hair. No such luck. This child, I kid you not, had blue gum in a straight line from his forehead bangs, across the top of his head, down the back of his head ending in a big mess of gum on the skin on the back of his neck! I ran to get the camera so I could remember this precious moment-and to prove to Todd that mornings with our boys are hectic to say the least. But alas-dead battery! Ugh! Unbelievable, a bubblegum mohawk at six freakin' thirty in the morning!! Not to mention, Ethan had cut a couple of nice chunks of gum laden hair from his bangs with my cuticle scissors! I'm thinking to myself-how am I going to get this all out? I ran downstairs to get the Goo Gone. After a soaking application, I began to pull the gum residue from his hair. It took awhile and whallah-gum gone! Now I had to figure out how to fix the bad haircut. I hate it when my kids cut their hair.(talk about a hair raising experience not to mention anguish about how to fix the damage.) A barber girl I am not. A snip here a snip there and he looked pretty Ok. I tried my best. After a shower and shampoo, I sent him off to catch the bus. I was exhausted and it was only 7:55 a.m. This child is going to be the death of me. I know, I know, some day I'm going to look back on this and laugh. However, today, not so much!