So Pete may have a thing for scissors.
I'm in Honolulu right now for work. (I know, "must be rough..." etc. etc. etc.) It's been raining the whole time. Feel better now?
Anyway, Heather told me yesterday that Pete found another pair of scissors and, after having learned his lesson about cutting his own hair, cut up his t-shirt.
While he was wearing it.
So now, anyone coming to our house will be searched. If I find scissors, I will confiscate them.
Or you can find a post office and mail them to yourself.
Matches and nail clippers are still OK. For now.
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