Near-death experience...

Okay, so I might be exaggerating but it could have been deadly. I was cut with scissors today. In the face. Little man was handing me his paper with his scissors in his hand and he sliced my face. And by slice, I mean there was a big red mark.

I did make him feel pretty badly about hurting me. And he replied with, "I wouldn't hurt you on purpose, I love you!"

I suppose that made up for the scissor stabbing.

In related news, apparently I'm pretty cool among the under 10 crowd. Today I broke out in some g-rated song and my kids just couldn't believe that I knew the song! I thought it was hilarious. I didn't have the heart to tell them that I knew for a fact that I was older than half of their parents. I'm mid-twenties. Sweet.