When my son was 4 years old he did a funny thing (which wasn’t too funny at the time).
His teacher was teaching him how to use scissors at school. She wanted him to practice cutting at home. Unfortunately, my son was a very good student and always followed her instructions.
One day I needed to change my clothes. I took a dress out of my closet. I was very surprised when I saw that my dress had many snips in it. I asked my son, "Who did this?" My son was scared and said, "I did." I said, "Why?" He said he wanted to practice how to use scissors to cut something. I was angry and happy at the same time. I was angry with my son because he cut so many of my clothes and I had to throw them all away. I was happy with my son because he had learned how to use scissors. I was also happy that my son was a good student. I will never forget this experience.
