On Jan.23, 2007 while cooking dinner, my girls played with scissors. I remember the day, the moment I walked in the room. The gasp, the feeling of complete failure as a mother. Loading them in the car to go get it “fixed” with Ms. Candy who thank goodness worked on it for a while and gave me moments out of the room.
We stopped at the firestation to see Daddy and the firemen…it was embarrassing, but I needed to see Daddy. Someone had to hold me up for minute to finish off the evening.
PS…they never ate that dinner I was cooking.