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I went totally ballistic yesterday. I walked into the room to see Colin cutting little pieces off of our Christmas tree with a pair of scissors.

"What are you doing! What were you thinking! Give me those scissors! What would ever possess you to do a thing like that?" I yell with outrage in my voice.

He looks up at me with tears in his little eyes and says:
"But Mommy, you said we needed to trim the tree."