So there I was, busy taking care of little tots (I am doing community service work for a minor misdemeanor I demeaned several months ago...So anyhow, there I was busy wiping noses and bottoms - in varying order - when I realised my hair was getting quite flat! Now, I always carry a can of industrial strength hairspray with me, so I stopped and did a quick pick me up (see photo). How was I to know that, at the very same moment my eyes where squeezed shut (to keep the toxic spray out of them), one of the little tykes would reach for my sharp scissors and start to run.
Who can predict such erratic toddler behaviour?? I had clearly marked the scissors with a skull and crossbones to signify "DANGER!". (Most babies under the age of three cannot read! This is appalling to me and something I want to rectify as soon as my own life is back on fabulous mode.)
Well, I stopped fluffing, tackled the tot, and confiscated the scissors with a stern warning to "Never take things without asking, little sir!!" Unfortunately, no one else was around to witness my quick, decisive reaction, so (not one to boast) I never mentioned the incident to my supervisor.
P.S. the cut on the little tyke's hand is healing quite nicely, which goes to show, "Why panic, when you can fluff instead!!"
Roxanne Roquette Over And Out!
