*sigh*
It seems that no matter what I do, the childerkin has an unerring ability to find the items I've *specifically* told her not to touch. And yes, I know there's that whole "forbidden fruit" thing going on, but this time the consequences are necessarily severe.
She found my scissors. Which were tucked away *under* the pattern that was also concealing my stitching, since she has this habit of cutting any threads that *she* interprets as "too long".
Nana is going to be surprised by a short-haired grandchild, and will have to cancel the "salon thing" that she had planned to do on vacation.
She found my scissors. Which were tucked away *under* the pattern that was also concealing my stitching, since she has this habit of cutting any threads that *she* interprets as "too long".
Nana is going to be surprised by a short-haired grandchild, and will have to cancel the "salon thing" that she had planned to do on vacation.