I am officially living some horrible hair nightmare.

Because just as I am recovering from Sage’s traumatizing haircut (me being the traumatized one), my mother greets me today with the line, Don’t kill me…

And as we all know, no good can come of a conversation starting with Don’t kill me but…

Indeed, she decided that even after Thalia’s own pretty lame haircut Friday, that Thalia still needed her bangs trimmed. Just a little bit more. Just enough to get them out of her eyes.

And so my mother took it upon herself to…

to…

I can’t even say it.

Inside, I scream.