So about a year ago, I crocheted a really cute dollie, and was so proud of my newfound skills. I placed her on a shelf in my craft room (well, ok...my corner of the unfinished basement), and repeatedly instructed Georgie that this dollie was off limits. I had even made her one of her own, just so she would stay away from my dollie.
But, as time moved on, I found my dollie continually missing from her safety on the shelf. Georgie always wanted to play with her. Well, one day, a few weeks ago, tragedy happened. My dollie's hair was butchered.
Needless to say, Georgie got in quite a bit of punishment for that little act of crime. She knew better than to use my scissors. She really knew better than to use them on something else...especially the doll she wasn't supposed to touch. We are always telling her that the only thing she is allowed to cut, is the paper we give her.
Well....yesterday, she was obviously tempted again...
She cut herself bangs. I guess I should be glad she didn't give herself a haircut, in the same way she cut the doll's hair.