Scissors

Yesterday, Dakota comes into the kitchen telling me "ouch finger, ouch finger". This is not new as she pretends to hurt her finger all the time and asks me to kiss it better. Well, I got ready for a kiss better and looked down to see blood. She had a pretty little slice across her finger and it was bleeding. I couldn't immediately see what had caused it, but I took her upstairs and washed it off and applied a band-aid. About a half hour later she comes up to me again and is lifting up her shirt, when I notice that her brand new (this is the first time worn) shirt has 2 odd shaped holes in it. SCISSORS... only scissors could make those holes.. like when you fold fabric unevenly and then cut and it makes a zig-zag hole shape... I searched the room and found a pair of scissors that Doug had left out the night before by mistake.

I explained to Dakota that we don't play with scissors or we get an ouch like her finger... but all she got out of that was the ouch part and started showing me the cut on her finger again :)

I'm tellin' ya... we gotta keep a close eye on this one!! But it could have been worse, and for that I'm grateful!

Pictures to come!