Tuesday, July 12, 2011
As I was saying good night to my precious daughter last night I felt the sudden urge to start the following conversation with her....
Me: Little one....where is your eyebrow? (Asked with absolutely no expression at all)
Daughter: Ummm......I don't know.
Me: Your eyebrow is missing. Where is it?
Daughter: Oh, that eyebrow. I snipped it off.
Me: You snipped it off. With what?
Daughter: With your fingernail thingees.
Me: My fingernail thingees. You mean you clipped off your eyebrow with my fingernail clippers??
Daughter: No. Your fingernail scissors....you know, those tiny scissors.
Me: Show me.
She proceeds to prance her one-eyebrowed self down the hall and retrieve my tiny scissors with curved blades at the end. And to imagine my five year old clipping happily away near her right eye ball makes me glad I don't witness all that my children do. Inquiring minds don't always want to know.
Thank you Lord that eyebrows grow back.
And thank you Lord that the ER was not a place visited as a result of eyebrow snipping gone wrong.