Out of the mouth of babes

I was cutting open a clamshell plastic wrapper for some triple A batteries last night (that I had to run out and get).  Madison’s Leapster2 had gone dead, and she was whining.  Instead of paying attention to what I was doing, I was talking and looking at her when I did it.  I cut a nice little V in my thumb with blood squirting everywhere.  Madison’s response?

Mom, that’s why I have safety scissors.

Obviously, mom needs a pair too.  Sigh.

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