The scene: I am in the living room, and Quinn and G are in the toy room. It is quiet. Too quiet.
ME: G, what are you doing?
G: I am just cutting Quinner's hair, Mommy.
ME: WHAT?!?! (Rush crazily to the steps to see what is going on)
G: See, Mommy? I cut hers hair.
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Luckily, it wasn't a scissors in G's hand. The old infant carseat was sitting in the toyroom, waiting to be passed along to Marcy & TJ. Quinn had climbed in it and was happily sitting still while G "cut" her hair with a pair of plastic pliers. It was quite cute.
But dang. I better make sure all scissors in the house are hidden!
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