Don't run with scissors

I don't know where my camera is right now, so I'll have to describe it.

There are paper shards in loose, scattered piles around the living room.  In the middle of one pile is a pair of scissors still clinging to one of Gauge's fingers.  He is curled around his pile of "important work" sound asleep.

He's been in a cutting phase.  Every paper in our scrap stack has been shredded.  All of his sisters' masterpieces lie in pieces.  He's perfectly satisfied to sit and snip for hours (ok... really it's minutes, but for a two year old time is irrelevant) at a time.  And come bedtime the past few nights it's easiest to ignore him as he sneaks out to clip some more.  After 10 minutes he usually goes to bed on his own.  IF we don't acknowledge him or do anything interesting to distract him.

Cairn used to have to scream herself out.  We let her read stories after bedtime to decrease the scream time as she fell asleep.   Cerise could (can) fall asleep at the drop of a hat as long as her thumb is in place.  I wonder what sort of bedtime ordeals Aster will put us through.