Why didn't we learn the first time? Today Sylvie took her scissors, which have only recently been given back to her after the cutting her hair incident, and went to work!
While I was gone and Vicki was doing something with Leo - can't wait what cause I wasn't here - Sylvie cut up the cover of the book I am reading. It was on my bed stand which means she was in my bed when she did it. Now I can't hand it off or resell it or even give it to goodwill.
Then, as Vicki was making our bed (bless the Lord above) she discovered that Sylvie had also cut into a pillowcase. This was a pillow case that was given to me by my grandmother.
Sylvie was sent to her room for a while where she proceeded to try on all of her shoes - no skin off her back. Then I went in to talk to her about why that wasn't right, I started crying because it was my grandmother's pillow case and she is old and not the same and it is sad. The drama of everday life here.
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