Today we're watching our friends' daughter, Olivia, and this morning she and Lauren were playing with art supplies. As Olivia pulled out the scissors, I took note of her long, blond tresses, imagined explaining a new haircut to her mom, and quickly suggested that we not play with those today.
"Why?" Olivia asked.
"Because we wouldn't want anyone to cut themselves," I explained.
"Yeah," Lauren said, her eyes wide, "because one time, an artist cut off his ear and sent it to someone in a box. Right, Mom?"
I cringed. "Right."
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