Don’t Give you’re 5 Year Old Scissors
By Fuller Schwab
One
day, when I was 5, it was a nice and sunny outside. My mom and my sister were
gardening. I accidentally stepped on one of her flowers and she put me inside.
Once inside I sat down bored as can be and someone left scissors on the kitchen
counter. I grabbed the scissors to see what they did and they were the same as
the barbers in my TV show so I decided I was going to be a barber just like him
or well at least try to “pretend” to be one. Well of course the cat comes up
from the basement and sat down right next to me. Worst thing for a cat to do if
a 5 year old is thinking about these things and aren’t they supposed to know
when something is wrong. Well of course I started randomly snipping the cat’s
hair as it tried to escape my grasp. Then the cat scraped my entire left arm.
Then of course as a 5 year old I started crying for my mom then she comes
running inside to see what happened. She looked at my now somewhat bloody arm
and then the poor shaved cat clawing at the back door. My mom then locked me in
my room and she let the cat out as I tried to understand what wrong I had done.
That is why you don’t give you’re five year old scissors.
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