My three-year-old son stared in horror as I delicately cut my newborn twins’ hospital ID bracelets off with a manicuring scissors so I could scrapbook them.
As he burst into tears, I calmly reassured him that I hadn’t harmed his new siblings and, in fact, they slept through the whole thing. But that wasn’t the problem for a toddler who had been dragged on one too many bathing suit shopping trips with Mom.
“You took off their price tags,” he shrieked. “Now you can’t return them!”