Scissors

A lesson on why scissors in the wrong hands (almost literally) are dangerous.

Scenario 1: The task on hand is to cut out a cowboy hat. One little girl puts off the cutting task as long as possible. Does all the coloring, one can do, until I look over and there is red stuff all over her lip and chin crack. Inside, I am desperately hoping she taste-tested a marker, a red marker. I approach her and ask what is on her chin. She shrugs her shoulders and looks at me with huge, innocent eyes, but, I'm no fool. So, I ask if she cut her lip. Again, she denies it and I take a closer look at her lip. Sure enough, there is a small 'v' shaped cut, leaking blood. I escorted her to the bathroom to provide care for that silly little girl's poor lip, with a firm reminder that scissors are for cutting paper, not body parts (easy to confuse, I know).

Scenario 2: One of my more rambunctious boys likes to "trick" me that he's doing something he's not supposed to be doing. For instance, cutting his hand with his scissors. Now, does that spell out the rest of the story, or does it? He "tricked" one too many cuts and sliced the webbing between his thumb and forefinger pretty good. Which resulted in fearful eyes, brimming with tears. I think he shocked/ scared himself when he really cut himself. Needless to say, he doesn't trick me when there's a cutting activity. Mostly, I'm glad he didn't pretend to cut his neck.

Band-aid's all around!!