My husband is on a babysitting suspension.

My brother went out on Tuesday, and I trusted me dear Lurch with Moo, Ma, and all of our furchildren.
The next morning after a healthy breakfast of 4 cups of coffee with 3 extra-strength Tylonol, I was brushing Rubys hair and to my terror, giant clumps and locks of curls fell out, and I freaked. In a complete panic, and wondering if she got a hold of some radiation, I called my sister, jumped on Google, was ready to make a visit to the State hopsital when Lurch came home.

All of a sudden, a little voice inside said "Liz, you DID leave him alone with the kids last night.." so I asked "Hooooooney? Did Ma play with scissors last night?"

*Pause*...."Why?"

"DID SHE?"

"Umn. Well, she started to but I stopped her." he replied sheepishly and turned away.

Well Dear, you didn't stop her fast enough. I'd hate to see what could happen if he was the SAHP. Would be children be running around bald and dirty day in and day out until the Men In White commit my husband and I? Since i'm too scared to fix it myself, I'll have to make an appointment for a 25 dollar cut.

Bah.