That's what I would have said if I had been there for this:
Anna's Sherbet Pips quilt has been waiting on batting and I finally was able to buy some this weekend. I picked up the quilt and its backing off the dining room and now I realize why my husband found Zoe walking around with some scissors last week.
This is what I get for making dinner. This is why I have zipped sewing bag within a zipped sewing bag. Why I have Ziploc container with all my machine feet, thread, bobbins and stuff with extra tape to hold it shut. Why my rotary cutter has a container that even I have trouble opening. Why I don't display any of my fabric on shelves. Why I don't have pretty couch pillows. Why the Featherweight went away again after being attacked by the seam ripper. Why quilts take freaking forever and then I am afraid to use them. This why I am really close to giving up blogging, creating, and sewing altogether for a really long time. So I sobbed for a half hour and maybe why I am sharing this is that maybe you don't think I am a weirdo... crying about snipped fabric.
I forgive her. She was trying to be like Mommy and probably singing a Zoe narrative song when she did it. "I cut. I cut fabric." At least it wasn't the whole quilt top, other than the border, any other favorite OOP fabric, my Cathedral Windows, or the long lost UFO blocks I just finished. I have replacement fabric and I'll find more backing at the store, so it's no big deal to fix.
It is a big deal for Anna. She made this herself. I am going to hide it from Anna, until she's older, and fix this during naptime. The two yards of backing looks like Swiss cheese so I am going to make up a story about how these dots for my Anna Dot were too small to fit after all. I need to preserve the sister love and all. Besides, one day they will make a great set of quilters. We will, however, hide the scissors better from Zoe until then.