Why Children Need Constant Supervision
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My youngest is home from school today, sick with a fever and a yucky nose. He felt rotten this morning, but is feeling nice and spunky now. He's been all over the house and played with and relocated everything that's not been nailed down (and consumed an alarming amount of apples and bananas).
Little monkey.
I've been busy with a lot of chores, and absent-mindedly put a pair of scissors away in the kids' crayon bucket. The kids are allowed to use scissors, but they have to ask, so the crayon bucket was not the best place for the scissors.
My youngest has a bit of flair with scissors. He does fine on his school work, but he's placed some holes and slits in unneeded places in the past, including a pair of nice shorts that he decided to give an extra bit of ventilation (Mariah Carey-esque thigh high slits up the sides!).
Anyways, the scissors were in the crayon bucket on the dining room table. Adrian was home for lunch. All three of us were snuggling in the living room, talking. Adrian and I began discussing Orian's next much-needed hair cut. Distracted by conversation, we didn't notice that Orian had wandered off.
A few minutes (like three!) later Orian comes back in the living room and begins doing gymnastics on the couch. He looked strange to me. I told Adrian to look at him. Yeah, something was definitely different about him.
A close inspection revealed...
Yup. A haircut. This isn't the first time he's taken his personal grooming into his own hands, but I thought for sure that he had outgrown that. Apparently not.
Adrian can't find the clippers, so Orian be wearing a hat until we can get to the store and buy a new pair. Interestingly enough, though, he feels like his hair looks really good.
Little monkey.
I've been busy with a lot of chores, and absent-mindedly put a pair of scissors away in the kids' crayon bucket. The kids are allowed to use scissors, but they have to ask, so the crayon bucket was not the best place for the scissors.
My youngest has a bit of flair with scissors. He does fine on his school work, but he's placed some holes and slits in unneeded places in the past, including a pair of nice shorts that he decided to give an extra bit of ventilation (Mariah Carey-esque thigh high slits up the sides!).
Anyways, the scissors were in the crayon bucket on the dining room table. Adrian was home for lunch. All three of us were snuggling in the living room, talking. Adrian and I began discussing Orian's next much-needed hair cut. Distracted by conversation, we didn't notice that Orian had wandered off.
A few minutes (like three!) later Orian comes back in the living room and begins doing gymnastics on the couch. He looked strange to me. I told Adrian to look at him. Yeah, something was definitely different about him.
A close inspection revealed...
Yup. A haircut. This isn't the first time he's taken his personal grooming into his own hands, but I thought for sure that he had outgrown that. Apparently not.
Adrian can't find the clippers, so Orian be wearing a hat until we can get to the store and buy a new pair. Interestingly enough, though, he feels like his hair looks really good.
As much as I'd like to be mad, it's hilarious.
Thanks. I think so too.
That's where I got the thought from, but didn't realize it! Haha. You mentioned that in your email, and I remembered it but couldn't find that comment on here, so I thought, "hmm...that must have been my original thought"...hahahahhahahahaaha
), but other than that we're great.