A few days ago when I got home from work, I was informed that Lexi had gotten in a bit of trouble with the scissors. I started looking around for what important document or craftiness project she had sliced up. Shortly before the wedding, Angela's birth certificate came within inches of Lexi-wielded scissors. I didn't see anything, then Ang directed me to her hair. She hadn't so much given herself a haircut as combed her hair with the scissors. Its not incredibly obvious, but there are definitely some shorter chunks now.
I burst out laughing, I couldn't help it. Boy did I get in trpppouble... with LEXI!!
"Mommy stop laughing! I'm not supposed to do that, its not funny!!"
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