Posted August 8, 2008on:
The other night, I spotted Jake in the dining room busily doing something. I thought nothing of it at first since his nanny was next to him overseeing whatever he was busy with. And then I saw Jake cutting something with a pair of scissors.
ME: Jake? What are you cutting?
JAKE: I’m making spaghetti, Ma.
I worried a bit about 2 things: 1) He might cut himself accidentally and 2) He might be cutting real noodles and thus wasting food needlessly. So I got up from the couch to check that everything was ok. It turned out I had nothing to “fear”. He was dexterously maneuvering the blunt scissors (sigh of relief) to cut through his play doh (double sigh of relief).
JAKE: Here Ma, have a taste…