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.