One day I noticed he had figured out a grip that worked for him to open and shut more carefully. And then, he started cutting in straight lines all by himself... With only about half of the jagged edges as normal. On Thanksgiving morning, he was very hyper, so I distracted him with a pair of scissors and a blue piece of paper. He went at that paper for about an hour, cutting it into ever smaller pieces. At one point he cut out a circle and then held it up to show me... So, it wasn’t a perfect circle, but who cares? Eventually that, too, got snipped into smaller bits. At the end we had one HUGE mess of blue scraps and a giggling little boy that had enjoyed one of the best hours in his memory. Paint brushes and scissors are two of his new best friends!
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