6 year olds

I post frequently how happy I am to be out of the baby stage, my kids are in first and third grade, we do fun big girl stuff together, etc. This is true 99% of the time. Tonight got to be part of the 1%. My Hannah, who's extremely "spirited" for lack of a better word, was given silly putty by her grammy tonight. We got in the car to come home and within probably 4 minutes she says "Mom we may only have to cut out a little of my hair..." THIS IS NOT GOOD. I repeat, this is not good! I look in the rear-view mirror to assess the damage, and yep there's a glob attached to her scalp about half the size of my palm. My mom (whom I called to THANK FOR THE SILLY PUTTY) said she thought ice would get it out. Long story short nothing worked but a pair of FLIPPIN SCIZZORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAGh!!
Sooooooooooo, she has an appointment Wednesday anyway to get her hair cut, thank God, but in the meantime she's a little...spiky...on top. Man that child makes me tired.