Scissors

To say my kids have an obsession with cutting things would be an understatement. It actually seems like a primal need. They take their scissors outside and go to town. They have been instructed that they are only allowed to cut the grass and the weeds...but we have discovered that, to them, everything is a weed or considered grass. The brugmansia? Hacked. Papyrus? Stalks have been cut down in order to be able to fly like Flick in "A Bug's Life". Ornamental grasses? Why, they fall under the heading of grass of course so they must me mowed to the ground! Flowers? Must be picked for Mommy. 

Recently our little landscapers have discovered that the jade plants that we have growing all over the canyon are perfect for cutting. I know I should find this annoying, but I feel that the yard is meant to be explored and investigated- them cutting back some of the plants is just a sacrifice that we have to make in order for them to discover things. They have also learned that each time they cut down some jade, you can just stick it n the ground and it will grow. We now have about 100 plants growing throughout the yard. Now, if they would only get to cutting back some of those weeds that grow next to the jade, we'd be all set.