At Mk’s 4 year check-up, her doctor asked me if she knew how to hold and use a pair of scissors.
I gave the pediatrician the same look and answer that I give my husband when he asks me if I’d like to sit and watch Gangland with him.
And in that brief second that it took me to answer – in my head, I concluded that I was the worst mother on the planet. Because something is obviously super wrong if I haven’t handed my 4-year-old a pair of scissors, right? Oh, hindsight.
Sure, she probably needs to know the basics of cutting paper at some point in the near future, but what happens when she branches out…? I mean, I’ve already overheard her asking G if she would be ok with a haircut.
And the doc was all “They make those little scissors for kids, ya know.” Assuming that my lack of school-supply knowledge was to blame for my daughter’s inability to cut things. Heh.
Snap 10 Deets: Today, a paper bag. Tomorrow, who knows. Beauty school if you’re nasty!