The other day, I taught Tess how to properly use scissors — only after she found Grace's pair and tried to figure it out for herself. I let her cut fringe on three pieces of paper, and then I took the scissors away and hid them in a safe place. After all, I do have a reason to be scissor-phobic after Grace cut her own hair at age three. And even though Tess doesn't seem to possess that same mischievous bent (not yet, anyway), she does have a suspicious sparkle in her eyes on occasion.
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