When Nolan was in kindergarten, one of the girls in his class cut her bangs sooo short, they were just memory at the top of her forehead. She'd coiffed her brother, too, and he had choppy pieces all over his head. It was a disaster.
I remember, raising an eyebrow, feeling a little smug, as my scissors were safe up in the cupboard. My children were well-supervised. The boys knew they only could have them via me, and they were put away as soon as we finished what we were doing.
I figured the loss of fine motor skills with scissors was worth not having to worry about any errant snip-snips.
Later, a friend of mine also had this happen. Her two-year old just hacked off a large portion on the back of her head, and the only recourse for her was a pixie cut. It was cute.
By this time, I was not as smug, I mean, these things happen. And besides, my scissors were still kept safe, up in the cupboard. My children were somewhat supervised. The scissors were still doled out only by me.
Fast forward to now. The boys know where the supplies are kept. They get them out for homework, they put them away (most of the time). They are old enough to handle it.
Then there's Audrey. She also knows where everything is kept. She gets out her crayons, her Playdoh, her papers, and steals my tape--she feels everything is a masterpiece, every picture deserves it's rightful place on the pantry door.
She's impatient, my little girl, and that is why she knows where everything is. She doesn't always wait for Mommy or one of the boys to get things out for her. I often am heard gasping as I turn the corner into my too-quiet family room to see her climbing onto the kitchen counter so she can get to something up in the cupboard, safely out of reach.
Like Juicy Fruit. Or ............the scissors.
Last night, Mr W came into the kitchen. "Anna," he said, barely audible. I turn around, not knowing what to expect. He starts miming me a story. As he rarely whispers and almost never mimes, I know in an instant this is either very serious, or very cute-don't-say-anything-just-look. At the same time, Nolan comes up next to him, holding a pair of scissors.
And a piece of long, straight hair.
Oh, how the mighty fall.....
Audrey decided to cut her hair last night. She chopped up the sides. It's not tooo bad, it could've been a lot worse.
I had absolutely no idea she had the scissors. Sure, they were little school scissors, but did she have to pick the ones with the pointy ends? I was in the kitchen making dinner, when did she get into the cupboard to take them???
Apparently, my child is not supervised.
I'm taking her to get it fixed this morning.
After that, I will be replacing the eyes in the back of my head.