I finally did it. I outsmarted my children.For years, I lived in a world where scissors were a mythical object, whispered about but never actually found. Need to cut open a package? Too bad. Want to clip a tag off a new shirt? Good luck. Somehow, my children (tiny, adorable, and absolutely ruthless) had formed an underground scissor-smuggling operation for their “craft projects.” By “craft projects,” I mean cutting up random pieces of paper, leaving confetti all over the house, and then making the scissors vanish into another dimension.But then—I had a revelation. A three-pack of scissors. Three. Whole. Pairs.Now, when one disappears into the abyss of a child’s backpack, another is wedged between couch cushions, and the third is… wait, no, hold on—WHERE DID THE THIRD ONE GO?!Okay, maybe I’m still losing, but at least now I have a fighting chance. Five stars. Would buy again in six months when these inevitably disappear.
