On Tuesday afternoon, CNN reporter Michelle Kosinski took a break from tweeting about the State Department to send out a puzzling missive:

I immediately stopped everything I was doing in order to get to the bottom of whatever the hell this was. What was the rationale for the teacher's actions? Was the haircut good? Was the music teacher also a barber? Is the music teacher being reported to the police?

Obviously, I had to call Kosinski to get more information. She shared her story, and later added, "The music teacher has REALLY long hair! Tons of hair." Hm. Anyway, here's the full story of the music teacher who also cuts students' hair for some reason:

VICE: Who is this music teacher? How did you find them?

Michelle Kosinski: I didn't hire the music teacher. My husband hired her. She's fairly new, maybe been with us for about a month. I've only encountered her one other time in our house. I'm often home late from work, so my knowledge of what goes on during the day isn't as full as my husband's.

She's like mom age; she's probably in her mid 40s. And I'm sure that she meant well, and in her mind there was absolutely nothing wrong with it—in her mind she was probably doing us a favor. But I don't know why she didn't just ask somebody, or have a discussion about it first. It was just so bizarre.

Is the teacher also a barber?

I don't think so, no. The one other time I've encountered her, I immediately noticed that she didn't quite have her boundaries right. I just could tell immediately because she came over to our house a a half hour before the lesson. We were setting the table and sitting down for dinner, and she's just hanging out in our kitchen. So I looked at her, and I said something to the effect of, "Oh, OK, you guys are going to have your lesson after dinner so…" She got the hint, and she left the room.

Is that your only clue that there was something off?

No. About a week ago when I came home from work, I noticed that our little girl, who's seven, had her hair all done in this elaborate, multi-braid ponytail. It looked like this hairstyle took an hour to procure. So I immediately thought, Wow, who did this? And why? And I assumed it was our nanny, but then our daughter said it was our music teacher. And that was my second red flag, like, That's weird. But I didn't say anything about it, because first of all I never see this teacher—I'd only spotted her one time in our home—and you know, styling a kid's hair into some elaborate up-do is weird, but at that point I didn't think inappropriate.

What happened with the haircut?

So on Sunday, I'm spending full-on time with my daughter, and something is different about it, and I can't put my finger on it. Something is way different, and it's driving me crazy, and then I realized her hair is three inches shorter. It's a lot shorter. Once I realized what it is—it's noticeably whacked off on the bottom—I asked her what happened with her hair. I said, "Did daddy take you for a haircut?" and she said, "No, the music teacher did it."

I was just like, What??

Does she typically have a say in the types of haircuts she gets?

I mean, a little bit, she's seven. So I was just like, This is the last straw with this music teacher. So last night, I get home, I find out that the music teacher is in our house, and I'm like, Yes, it's time. So I go upstairs, and she's sitting on the piano bench with our son, who's also seven, and I started out nicely, but concerned, like, "Hi, could this possibly be true? Did you give our daughter a major haircut?" And she admitted to it.

With what justification?

She just kind of gave these excuses, like, "Oh yeah, well it needed a little trim, I thought." And I asked her like, "Why didn't you ask somebody? Or tell somebody? Like anybody." And I didn't ask her, "Where did you get the scissors, did you bring them with you, had you been plotting this for some time? Did you go into another room and find scissors? Did you send my daughter to get scissors?" There's nothing about this whole thing that I find normal, but she was acting like it was no big deal.

At this point, I'm having a stern conversation with her and telling her, "That's not appropriate." Like, it's not appropriate to go into somebody's house to teach them music and then you give them a haircut and you don't tell anybody. And it's not like you took two millimeters off the bottom because Sophia was chewing on it; you whacked off like three or four inches. Like, what the hell lady?

I ended the conversation with, "Just teach them music. You don't have to style their hair, you don't have to play with them, you don't have to come early or stay late, just come and teach them music. That's what you're hired to do, thank you." And I walked out of the room, kind of annoyed, and then an hour later, I see her kind of furtively leave the house, and then our nanny came in and asked us why the music teacher was crying.

Is the haircut good at least?

No! That's the thing; it was a terrible, terrible haircut. There was a big chunk that was more than an inch longer than the rest in the back.

So what are you gonna do?

I didn't feel like I should fire her without talking to my husband, but when I told him what had happened, he was freaked out by it, too. So I don't know. I'm hoping that she'll just never come back.