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Just a short story about a “nose job” that a 4-year-old gave to a classmate one day.
The first day that Pre-K students are allowed to use scissors is a big event at school. Teachers lose sleep the night before. Each pair of scissors is carefully handed out, one by one, with the strict admonition not to touch them until told.
Often teachers will recruit parent volunteers for this day, as no matter how hard you try it usually ends up with someone giving themselves or another classmate a haircut.
The instructions given, students are asked to pick up the scissors and begin their projects. Teacher, and parents (if available) run around the room checking to see that students are being successful. There comes, inevitably, the student that requires the teacher to stop, bend over the desk and help the student in more detail than others. It is at that time that usually disaster strikes.
As I said, most of the time it is just a haircut or clothes alteration, but on this day it was a little more; it was surgery.
One small boy cut the nose of another boy. He turned to his next door neighbor, carefully placed the scissors up in the classmates nostrils and snipped that little strip that divides the two holes in the nose. I’m sure it has a name, but I don’t know what it is.
I have never seen blood like that. Fountains of it. To shorten the story, he went to the hospital and had to have it glued because it was in a place that could not be stitched.
The mother of the wounded boy was justifiably upset. What kind of classmate would do such a thing to a friend of his. I wondered the same thing.
I had one other question. What kind of kid would sit still while another stuck scissors up in his nostrils and snipped. It did take cooperation. Hey, a cooperative learning experience.