Since this fiasco occurred in our home, Jack has matured. We recently started allowing him to use grown-up scissors for certain cutting tasks. But then, one day, I carelessly left them out in plain view. Jack quickly reverted back to his three-year-old ways.
In totally unrelated news, our little family has been talking about recycling a lot lately. To cut costs. To cut the environment some slack. To cut into our creativity and let it the heck out. Lotta cutting around here.
Me: "Geez, Jack. You've had that costume for so long, you've loved it so much. Now it's ruined. We might as well throw it in the garbage."
"Yeah, we might as well throw it away. You can't even find the legholes or armholes to put your legs and arms in anymore. It's just full of holes!"
"No, mom, no. Please don't, please don't throw it away."
"Well, what are you going to do with it?"
"Um, I dunno. But please don't throw it away."
[Jack pauses to make sure he's covered his bases. Then he remembers one more base.]
"And please don't recycle it. NO recycling."
Funny to hear and see how five-year olds take new information and apply it to their daily lives.