California. Well yesterday a little kinder asked if she could touch them and I said yes and then she basically broke one right off, trying to get them to use them as actual scissors. I wanted to say, "Look I know you're just 5 years old, but these are clearly made from a solid piece of balsa wood and are not actual scissors. Use common sense." Instead I said, "No big deal. Things break all the time."
I probably should not have let her touch them, but who would think something that looks like this could function as scissors? Think it through, kinder.
Other than the earring debacle, the re-entry's been pretty good. I'm already exhausted, but that's par for the course. This week involves a ton of data nonsense. Last night I watched some more Hoarder episodes while I typed in #'s, and I think I've hit the wall with hoarders. That show can bring me down. I've switched over to Dog Whisperer, for the time being.