Friday, September 03, 2004
BUT SOMEDAY, THEY'LL NEED NEW FUEL CELLS
Last night I lost the sharp nail contest (in which all the adults pretend they don't notice that the kids' nails are growing ever longer and more razor-like; whoever gets scratched first has to cut them). As usual, I struggled with the blunt-edged nail scissors, the teeny-weeny nails and the bad light (sadly, I'm old enough that this is an issue) . The three year old put up with it for awhile, then asked: "do those scissors need new batteries?"
I told her no. But I do.
I told her no. But I do.
