Growing up there were some strict rules in my house.
Pick up after yourself.
DON'T TOUCH THE SEWING SCISSORS.
If we were caught using those heavy black handled scissors for anything but fabric or thread there would be a price to pay.
I cannot find my sewing scissors tonight and I have already caught two boys using them to make paper dragons with last week.
Being slightly upset by this scissor injustice has just made me realize I am becoming my mother.
(Not that there's anything wrong with that...love you mom.)
Now if you were scissors...where would you be?