DD runs up to me and mumbles something in toddler-speak and I go "mmmmhmmm baby" then recoil in surprise as I feel her press a pair of cold, pointy SCISSORS against the side of my head that DH appearantly left on the counter. Upon reflection I realized that what she said to me that I so absently ignored was "HOLD STILL, I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A HAIRCUT".
Looked her over good, no haircut on herself. Checked the dogs...they're still fuzzy. THAT was a close one!
So I guess this means this will be my last post for the evening.