Sunday, October 3, 2010

Scissoring


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.

6 comments:

Unknown said...

He's going to try everything. I did.

Anonymous said...

Its a good thing he's extremely cute and generally charming and good looking. It may (and I stress the word "may") help him to survive this phase of his childhood.

Heather said...

Oh my Lew. It is a good thing you are so undeniably adorable.

brato said...

just be happy that you don't have a job or hobby that makes it likely to require things at home like:
-photo lab
-pharmacy supplies
-chemistry lab
-guns, gunpowder, ammo and/or plastic explosives, detonators etc
-demolition equipment, heavy machinery
-poisonous spiders, scorpions, snakes
-fake passports
-great amounts of cash in different currencies (imagine un-scissoring hundreds and hundreds of hundred dollar bills)

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