There are many things in the world. Many amazing things: the grand canyon, the blue sky, the apple. And my four year old and his persistent capacity to get into stuff. Stuff that's dangerous. Stuff that's none of his business. Like yesterday when he presented himself and his 'new hair cut.' Upon investigation it was discovered that he had "scissored" everything he possibly could in the bathroom and, left with no other option, scissored himself (and his hair). At least I find the verb "to scissor" hysterically funny. It's all I've got left.
