… much less how they got in here!
So I had been holding Felicity for 10 or 15 minutes to keep her happy and I realized I hadn’t heard Seporah at all. This is never a good sign. So I went to the bathroom to see if she had locked herself in there, and nope, not in there. I peaked my head in her room and there she was on the bed, playing with Mom’s craft scissors. You know, the ones that make designs like VVVVVVV and so forth. Anyways, she was being quiet and happy so I snuck back out and went to tell Märia just to make sure she was ok with it. I told her she was playing with her safety scissors (I didn’t know what they were called) but she seemed happy and I didn’t think she would hurt herself or anything. So she just walks right into Seporah’s room, and as soon as Seporah sees her she throws the scissors and the container that held them off the bed and looked up at us with her hands up, as if to say “I don’t know how those got in here, I sure wasn’t playing with them!”. Maybe you had to be there, but it was really hilarious. =)
She promptly helped us clean up the scissors that she had no idea how they got there, and everyone laughed and was happy.
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And, I have a bridge in Hawaii that I want to sell to you…well, at least her hair was intact without any new “VVVVV” designs.
Glad it was a lighter moment; those are the best kind…
Love you guys!
Hang on Grandpa Russ, just thinking the hair and scissors thing will get together some day in the not too distant future…the bain of moms with little girls with long hair. You know, my twin cousins once cut off each other’s braids…just one, right at the scalp. My aunt Dru said she cried when she saw them, their hair had been so long and beautiful. And, Märia, you know the stories of your bouts with scissors….
Still, sure sounds like Seporah was adorable! Wish I could have seen it.
Love you bunches,
Grandma Pam
Don’t ask me how I know but those scissors that cut VVVVVVV’s are called pinking shears. Good story!
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