Mini+scissors=destruction

Let me preface the current story with a previous event to set the stage! One morning a few weeks ago, Will sent me a text at work and said, "call me ASAP!" I was so nervous that Mini was sick or something, so I called him as soon as I got a break. He proceeded to tell me that after laying in bed for a little while with Mini that morning, she claimed to have to go to the bathroom. So she went to the bathroom independently and Will dosed back off to sleep. He awoke to Mini playing in his hair...little did he know that she was playing in his hair with scissors! :o She only cut a chunk out of his hair and it was barely noticeable, but it was VERY funny!

Fast forward to this weekend! I was altering my bridesmaid dress on Friday morning for the wedding on Saturday (yes I know, I am a big procrastinator), I walked away from the room so that I could turn on the TV for Mini. Every single time that I walked away from the dress, I always put the needles AND scissors up where Mini couldn't reach them, but for some reason, I only put the needles up this time. I heard a click, click and just assumed that Mini was playing with her Nana's watch. When I returned to the room, which was literally 2 minutes later, I found my dress with a 8-10 inch cut in the side of the dress! I repaired the dress as best as I could, but it was definitely noticeable. I was very hesitant to say anything to anyone, because I didn't want to upset or stress anybody out, but the bride drug it out of me. Thankfully she is an awesome and very understandable friend and got a big kick out of the story!

So the moral of both stories is that scissors become weapons of mass destruction when put into the hands of my child!