Whilst I was working on some landscaping, Bubba asked me if he could "cut the grass with his scissors". (He'd seen his Dad doing some edging with pruning shears and wanted to help.
Mama: Sure. Go get your kid scissors.
Bubba gets his scissors and is heard happily snipping grass.
Bubba: CUT. CUT. CUT. CUT.
Mama finally hears what Bubba is saying...and realizes where he's standing...NOT by the grass, but by the garden barrel planted with 6 cherished and treasured cucumber plants.
Let me rephrase that...
..."by the garden barrel formerly planted with 6 cucumber plants". They are gone. Cut down to the ground by Bubba and his little kid scissors.
Sigh. I transplanted some zucchini and squash seedlings to take their place.