Bang bang

This morning as I cuddled my kidlets, I noticed Lulu had clumps of short hair that mildly resembled bangs.  When I asked her what happened she very casually said that two weeks ago the PE coach had to cut her unicorn necklace out of her hair. If nothing else I AM observant. I have an uncanny ability to see "stuff"- part of the GPS that is hard wired into my brain.  AND the size of the clump was wwwway bigger then a necklace could have gotten tangled in- unless, of course, the necklace wasn't a little circle with a pony head in it but was ohh maybe a big prickly pine cone with a spinning inside that resembles the interior of a zhou zhou pet. And what teacher in their right mind would chop a kids hair like that?
Because she was so casual about how she told me, my first thought was that I was going to march into the Principal's office and demand to know what kind of rules they had when it came to cutting a little circular horse head charm out of some one's hair. THEN- I was going to march up to the PE teacher and give her a piece of my psycho mommy mind.  But 2 weeks ago? I would have noticed.   I proceeded to ask her to tell me the truth. She told me the same story again.  When I got a little stern, she told it again. Now I am starting to wonder if I am violating our trust because I am doubting her. and I start feeling bad. So JUST to test her, I said that I was going to talk to the coach and the principal about it. Horrified she zipped out of the bed and ran into her room.  Finally, after pressing her, she admitted that she had cut it herself last night.
So now I am not just mad that her hair is all fucked up but that she lied. And her lie came so easily and was almost believable and she is only 7. What the hell am I in for?  I shutter to think what my little darling angel baby will be when she is 14. yikes.  And the challenge her is how do I "nip it in the bud"? How do I teach her that lying is wrong? That she could get someone else in trouble?  I understand that maybe she feels like an idiot for chopping a chunk of her hair for apparently no reason at all but why is it that she just can't say oops? She hates to talk about things. And if there is ANYTHING that I want her to feel comfortable with it is talking about things with me because I didn't have that and may be a more functional person had I had that. Not that I am entirely dysfunctional but we have our issues.
This afternoon I tried to fix the damage to her hair and can I just say that bangs do not suit Lulu.  Poor thing was outraged that I had to cut her hair a bit to make it bland in. Like cut the other side since only one side was cut.  The punishment for her lie was to go to bed without Woody, her favorite thing in the whole world.  How I wish that I could find such comfort from a mangy little green ball with two eyes and part of a nose. After about an hour of crying she finally went to sleep. I'm torn because I hated keeping Woody from her but the lie...the lie. Am I expecting too much from an almost 8 year old? I swear I have never been this mean to her.  When I tried to talk to her about what she had done and what could have happened she screamed she didn't care if her coach got in trouble. Ugh, it all makes me feel so grown up and like I need to set a good example.  It was so much easier playing peek-a-boo.  Another aspect of life that I need to figure out.  As if midlife crisis isn't enough!