When I was in kindergarten, I needed something for show and tell. I was able to procure a copy of my parents’ record of The Nutcracker Suite. That would be neat to show everyone. I first showed it to a kid I shared a desk with. I knew all about records. You played them with a needle. A needle is kind of like scissors, right? Ignoring the protests of my classmate, I “played” the record with the scissors. No luck. Music didn’t spring forth. Hmm, maybe I was playing the wrong side…
Not my own adventure as a kid, but someone else’s:
My girlfriend’s daughter is a top fashion designer. So far, she has designed for such supermodels as Barbie, American Girl, and Hello Kitty. One day she decided she was going to make a very special pair of pants for Barbie. She just needed to procure a bolt of some very hip material to fashion them from. She searched high and low for just the right fabric. She found it at a little boutique called The Top Drawer of Mom’s Bureau That Kids Aren’t Allowed to Look In. It was there among various lotions and battery-powered microphones. She then got some scissors and went to work on the garment.
And so came the End of the World for the naughty stockings.