So, Dad was watching Kaydie while mama took a midday nap... After a movie, she headed up the stairs, where he assumed she'd crawl into bed with me. After some time of quiet, he headed up the stairs to investigate and make sure she was sleeping.
Nope...
Turns out she went from happily playing with her glitter (drifts of which she had spread over the den) to acheving full mastery over scissors... hair scissors.
She was incredibly proud of her masterpiece, and although she has promised me that she won't do it again, I 100% do NOT believe her.
Enjoy:
