Lack of Supervision

Last Saturday, I was on my own with a sick Elliot and Scarlett while Brian was in bed still sick with the flu. Fortunately, Scarlett has gotten better at entertaining herself most of the time. Ever since she was a toddler, she was never capable of playing by herself. In the course of the last six months, she's gradually started being able to play by herself in small pockets of time, which I really appreciate. So last Saturday morning, I had to soothe Elliot to sleep for his morning nap. The whole time, I wondered what Scarlett was doing because she didn't come into the room to bug me, as she always does. After Elliot went down for his nap, I went to check on her. Much to my surprise and delight, she was coloring her cardboard store front that we got her for Christmas. So I went to the dining room to (breast)pump. While I was pumping, she went off to her table to cut some paper. Then five minutes later, she came by the table to get a diaper wipe (which we also use to wipe Elliot off when he's fed rice cereal). I asked her why she needed one. She wouldn't answer me and just told me to stay in my seat. So I stood up and peaked through the wall opening into the living room to see what she was doing. She told me to "sit back down." I knew she must be up to something so I stopped pumping and went into the living room: she's standing by her chair trying to wipe up the 2-inch long strands of her hair that she has cut off. I couldn't tell if her expression was one of guilt or surprise or embarrassment. I knew that many kids try this at some point but I never thought that she would do it. I almost had to laugh because my husband had tried to cut his own hair too when he was little.
I guess no more unsupervised use of the scissors from now on.