Dammit.

Ah, beautiful day. We should go out for a walk. Ray? Wanna go out for a walk? Yes! Let’s go! Out the door and down the block, and then I notice she’s got this huge hole in her pants. That she cut in her pants. With the scissors she supposedly couldn’t find. March march march back to the house. I threw the scissors away and told her it would be a long time before she could have any more. The impulse control when it comes to scissors seems to be non-existant.

Ray’s in trouble. How come I have to be in trouble, too? Waaah, I wanted to take a walk with Ray! I’ve been looking forward to this all winter, all sunshiny and stuff. Waaah!

7 thoughts on “Dammit.”

  1. Here’s a suggestion. Get some stuff in a box that is for cutting: paper, fabric, string, etc. Maybe Ray just wants to know how the scissors work on different stuff. Scissors will always be a mystery unless she has a chance to cut stuff and learn what stuff is not for cutting, before she actually cuts into it.

    And give her a hug from Gramma!

  2. One of the comments I made any number of times when I had Justin (and will no doubt make again in the near future) is the reason that a lot of parents don’t ground their kids is because they quickly realize they are actually grounding themselves as well.

    It sucks, but you can do eeet! 🙂

  3. Pretty sure they were, BD. You’re thinking what I’m thinking? It’s the SCISSORS fault! They’re demonic! Or perhaps created by aliens to make little girls perform naughtiness!

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