Mahrukh’s mother laid out the girls’ pyjamas.
“Lend the new set to your friend,” she said, fingering the frayed edges of her daughter’s lilac pair.
She walked in the next morning to find two soundly sleeping girls, one in shredded nightclothes and the other clutching a pair of scissors, smiling sweetly in her dreams.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
so sweet…when my kids get hold of a pair of scissors things tend to get more messy…usually with a badly cut fringe
Emma: 🙂 The adventures of Sausage and Scarlett.
Oh, the travails of a mother
What all we have to suffer
Scissors and “spice
And everything nice” ? ? ?
What a misleading rhyme, O brother!
Aunty G: I’m lovin’ it!
Uh..oh.
You haven’t lost your touch:)
Rajni: Touchwood. 😉