Her Name is Matthew?

I had put the kids down for bed tonight, and they weren't going quietly.  I heard a lot of pitter-patter of little feet.  They weren't being too crazy, but I had enough.  I went up stairs and heard one of the boys say "Here she comes."  You know that's not ever something you want to hear.  When I got to their room, the light was off and both boys were laying down.  B was looking at me when I turned on the light.  I saw M's blanket rising and falling rapidly, so I knew he had rushed to bed.  Pieces of yarn were strewn on the floor, I thought M had just pulled them out of his quilt.  "You don't get that quilt anymore.  If you can't take care of it, then you just don't get it," I said in a calm manner.  When I looked closer I saw bits of brown hair all over.  

I can't believe the boys CUT Lil' M's hair!  I thought I passed that stage seeing as M is 7 and B is 5.  I don't know what went on in M's head to think J and I would be fine with him cutting her hair!  I asked M, "Who cuts her hair? Do you?"  He told me that the hairdresser cuts Lil' M's hair.  Of coarse the next question from me was "Then why did you do it?"  "She asked me to."  Oh so that explains it, right?  I just couldn't believe he really did that.  I was SO mad, but I kept calm.  I told him, "You know Dad's going to kill you tomorrow?" (J was at church with the Youth tonight)  He asked, "How?"  All I could do was laugh.  Crazy boy!  

Her hair was finally starting to look cute.  Luckily we have an appointment tomorrow for the boys to get their hair cut.  M is giving up his spot for Lil' M to get her hair fixed.  I'm sitting here just shaking my head in disbelief.