A few months ago, my daughter was at a birthday party that had a clown as the entertainment. As an aside, the clown was very good, even though it was about 1000F out. At on point, the clown needed a volunteer (not Julie) to cut string with fake scissors. But in order to use them you needed a scissors license since they were in the 5 year-old range. Fast forward about 3 months when Julie shows me a piece of paper she made. I couldn’t deny her logic, and so we let her use plastic scissors.
