I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth and Nolan is playing with crayons and child-safe scissors. He runs into the bathroom exclaiming with pure joy: "I cut RV's hair, I cut RV's hair". I run the short distance from the bathroom to the living room fully expecting to find a bald baby. Luckily Nolan hadn't acted upon his wonderful idea.
ADDENDUM: When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade I really wanted bangs. Mom said "No". So I had an "accident" in art with some scissors. Lets see if she remembers that!