Scissors are evil.

I came down this morning to settle a breakfast food dispute and I looked down to find my son's foot covered in blood.  He'd stabbed it, by somehow kicking the scissors that his sister had brought for paper crafts.  Our plan to visit the National Aquarium was gone in an instant and instead he went to the hospital for stitches and then spent the afternoon sleeping on the couch.  So as not to waste the entire day we went to see Despicable Me 2.  Everyone loved it, and we had accomplished a lot of good things done with our unexpected day at home.  I'd rather we'd forgotten the scissors.