When we were kids we were often sent to stay with my grandparents for a few days.  They lived in a small town in the mountains a couple hours from here and we always had a blast.  Grandma would feed us full of food, and the story goes that she also used to “trim” our bangs.  It drove my mom crazy when we’d come back to town with short ass bangs because it took Gram a few tries to get them straight.

A few years ago my sister was pretty serious with a boy who had three kids, two girls and a boy.  My mom and I would watch them every Saturday morning while my sister and her boyfriend took parenting classes.  Imagine my surprise when my own mom broke out the scissors one day to give the girls’ bangs a “little” trim!  She, luckily, had more restraint (or skill) then my Grandma and got their bangs straight when they were still long enough to look decent.  I just couldn’t believe that the woman who still brings up in conversation that my Grandma cut my hair without her permission would turn around and do the same thing!

Maybe I should have been less surprised then when I talked my nephew into sitting very, very still while I cut his hair Thursday night.  That may have been the strongest evidence yet that I am, in fact, turning into my mother.  It also shows that this gene improves as it’s passed down through each generation, because his mother hasn’t noticed yet!