A Grandmother’s Tale

The lore this week has been around a missing lock of hair on my two-year-old grandson’s head. Clearly cut off by someone.

Interrogation of the oldest one resulted in the possibility the young one had, in fact, done it himself. But not conclusive.

Yesterday we were having fun with scissors and coloring books.

I recorded him going about his task with great skill and precision. From behind the camera, I said, we may have found the culprit in the haircut dilemma.

“Haircut?!” he said. “It’s paper!”

He continued on his surgical journey. Then when he had finished, looked up at me and deftly placed upon his head, the scissors.

This one is the mastermind.