It was bound to happen sooner or later…

I was feeding Johnny breakfast this morning while Emma cut up strips of paper at the dining room table. At one point she made a comment about Johnny needing a haircut, but I didn't think much of it since he was sitting with me.

Then I looked over to see her holding several long strands of her own hair in her hand! So much for allowing semi-supervised scissor time! Thankfully, the damage was minimal - I couldn't even get a picture that captured it properly.

We had a wee discussion about how only grown-ups should cut hair, using special hair-cutting scissors...