We found these at a neighborhood garage sale. Lyla's now certain that our basement is an exact replica of kindergarten.
Due to the relative lack of direct adult supervision, Julie wouldn't let her bring scissors down there. We also don't allow knives, hammers, grenades, or rocket launchers in the basement.
Lyla freaked out at the injustice of having to leave kindergarten to come upstairs every time she needed to cut something. We both explained the adult logic involved, but she was very, very mad at us. Julie offered her a hug.
Toddlers still want to hug you when they're pissed at you. That's not going to last forever.
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