Jonah comes downstairs.
“Mama, look at our hair!”
It’s all nice and brushed and I had heard them playing around in the bathroom so I say “Did you get your hair wet and brush it?”
Owen replies, “No, we’re trying to cut it ourselves!”
Jonah adds, “But none of the scissors are working.”
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No! Step away from the scissors!The previous post about Owen cracked me up. Lucky, lucky you. 🙂