A few months ago my friend Hilary was telling me (or rather raging on about) how her 2 year old got ahold of some scissors and cut her own and her sister's hair. I remember thinking, and maybe even saying "we don't even have scissors out for our kids to ever do that." WELL, last night I bought Sofia a pair of "safety scissors" to start practicing her cutting skills for preschool. She tried them out this morning and threw them aside. A couple of hours later, Grayson came upstairs and said "cut hair", but he had slices in his t-shirt. After mussing his hair a bit, lots of little blonde hairs fell to the floor too. Boy am I eating my words. Here's the little trouble maker about a minute after I found him. He even looks like he knows he did something wrong!