When La Petite Belle was just a little girl, we discovered she had a tiny obsession with scissors.
She loved scissors and cutting anything.
Literally. Anything and everything.
In her K-4 class, she had her scissors taken away because of the constant confetti that filled the floor under her desk. When the teacher asked the class to cut triangles, her triangles ended up being 128 tiny strips of paper.
In addition, she has cut her hair (especially her bangs) a total number of six times. She sported a mullet for a day or two until we had to do an extreme short and sassy hairdo.
(Here she is a month or so after her haircut.)

I’ve posted before about how she has cut almost all of her Barbies’ hair …

She’s getting older now, but we’re still dealing with the same issue.
In the last week, I discovered these.
(The wall next to my toilet … scissors were laying on the floor next to this piece of work.)

(Even WORSE … one complete line cut through her entire box-spring)

Mama is not happy and must find a cure for this.