“Mommy, can I borrow some scissors, I want to cut some paper,” the big girl says.

“Mom, I need scissors too,” the little one says.

“Well, we only have one pair of scissors, how about you take turns using it,” I say.

“But I need the scissors now!” the big girl retorts.

“Me too.”

“Me three!”

Yesterday, I finally thought of buying each of my girls a pair of child – friendly scissors. I went to National Bookstore and as I rummaged through some box cutters, scotch tapes and scissors, I found the perfect pairs:

I call them panda scissors. Just perfect for my little ones.