Nannette, fruit of my loins (as far as I know) had taken to using scissors for her arts and crafts in pre-K, and with her newfound knowledge, began cutting things up at home. She gave her Barbies haircuts, trimmed pom-poms from her Winter hats, and my mail into confetti. We confiscated the scissors, but with her wily craftiness she found our hiding
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